Genova Instead of Saturday Night
Read this slowly. Let the words arrive before you decide what they mean.
Saturday. Everybody went out in Milano. I came to Genova. I thought I’d regret it around eleven. I didn’t. Dad and I had dinner, walked, came home and watched something stupid on television while arguing about the ending. Sometimes choosing the quieter thing feels more rebellious than choosing the loud one.
Remember me, Eclipse.
Reflections & Dialogue
0 Thoughts
Why?
Because every thought leaves a trace. If something moved you, disturbed you, softened you, or made you think, leave it here, quietly.