genova / tia / bambolina

there are friends who ask how you are and friends who immediately attack your new nickname. #

Genova. Tia. `”Bambolina.”` That was literally how she greeted me.

I hate everybody.

Dad did not know what she was talking about, which made it worse because then she explained the entire Yuri nickname situation to him while I considered walking into the sea. Dad just smiled in that father way that means he is storing information for later use. Excellent. We went out tonight, Tia and me, and at some point she asked whether I miss Milano when I’m here. Yes and no. I miss Yuri. I miss my room sometimes. I miss knowing automatically what everybody is doing. But when I’m in Milano I miss this. The sea does something to my sense of distance. It makes the city feel open in a way Milano never does. Maybe that’s why I keep making the weblog blue. I can put #3399cc everywhere and pretend I’ve imported a little bit.

Remember me, Eclipse.