Don't Eat the Yellow Snow

Even if I perfectly know that nobody reads this, I cannot help to notice that this is the third time I change the title of these pages. Every time I hope I will keep my intention to write for a period of time reasonably long. And it never happens.

Sometimes, in my head I have a narrator voice that writes (or recites)parts of a book in my head, especially while I walk and listen to music, or when I'm travelling, but then... when I see this little white space that is left for the infinite world of words that I keep in my head, it looks to me as a cupboard for emotionally chipped pottery. And I don't feel any reason to go on.

I lost my previous blog that was called "Things I lost in the Fire", so I think it deserved that end... I mean, it was lost with everything else in the fire.