Even With All That Mess
Bologna, 2003. A messy room, a graduation approaching, a FreeBSD Handbook gone missing. Twenty-three years later, I look back.
Bologna, 2003. A messy room, a graduation approaching, a FreeBSD Handbook gone missing. Twenty-three years later, I look back.
At 22:53, I move through space and time, between my home, my memories and the people I love. Then, at 22:55, I return. Here, now.
An old, blurry photo brings back the memory of a walk through the thick fog - a protective blanket where the world fades away, sounds are muffled, and the only certainty left is your own thoughts.
An unexpected meeting on a hot morning, between a slow backup, an offered coffee, and the contagious serenity of someone who knows how to be grateful for life.