I started collecting pictures of the beds I have slept in years ago. I don’t sleep much, but at the same time I can fall asleep pretty much everywhere. I’ve slept on buses, on trains, at airports, in my friends’ beds, outside, in tents, on floors and couches. This is a recollection of some of …
Memories of Scandinavia; summer 2008. It was a really grey day, and we were about to embark on a journey to Paris.. Ci sono cose che pesano, pesano, pesano Ci sono cose che schiacciano Oh no, cresco eppure m’abbasso, chilometri in giù, chilometri più giù Colpiscono un cuore di piombo Verdena: 17 Tir nel Cortile