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Born to Run.

There was a time when people did not run. There was a time when you do not send your mail (s). Then he started to run and send mail (s). Then he started to send mail (s) running and were sent sui computer(s). Poi, sempre correndo, si è iniziato a mandarle sui telefonini, che nel frattempo, potevano ricevere le mail(s). Una volta ci si sedeva al ristorante e si mangiava, magari facendo due chiacchiere con chi si aveva di fronte. Ora ci si siede e si controlla se ci è arrivata una mail. Poi si controlla che tempo farà domani e già che siamo lì, si controlla anche se nei pressi c'è un negozio che vende stampe cinesi.

C'era un tempo in cui si disegnavano per terra delle linee che dovevano delimitare un campo da tennis e se capitava che qualcuno parcheggiava la macchina su una di queste linee, glielo si faceva notare e colui che aveva parcheggiato saliva di nuovo in macchina e la spostava quei due metri per permetterci to play our game. Today if you ask someone, please, moving the machinery of two feet, do not even respond, as it is intended to check if the phone's got a mail.

I would love to be there in three or four hundred years. I want to be there just to see where the fuck you can receive mail (s). Maybe on a radiator, or maybe you'll see on the wall of the bathroom while you're doing a poo.

And then run. They all run. Those that run the train, those who are late for work, those who begin the meeting, those who otherwise lose the beginning of the film, those who do not even know why they run, but since then all run also run them.

There was a time when the bullshit that now I write on this blog I wrote in a notebook. On hundreds of notebooks. Then I put them inside a drawer, and after a while I wondered what I would do. Then one day I took all the notebooks full of crap and I just threw them. Without remorse. I can hardly get attached to what I write. Writing is often liberating, almost like sneezing, but overall you can not attach to a sneeze.

And then there was a time when things were better when it was worse. Only when that was not the worse you feel worse and we knew he was content.

probably will come a time when we will be better than now, but maybe we will not have time to see it.

Maybe someone will tell us by sending an email.