Talks

Me ne sto un po' in disparte, proseguo con lentezza in mezzo a questa strana foschia di mezza estate.

"We should go down to the mall, look at people, judge them all, judge them before they judge us and leave them feeling bad
We should sit and pick our hands, I think you're a genius and when you make your hangnails bleed you deserve a phd
We should put that record on, the one you found when you were gone, the one that has those sad, sad songs and makes you sing out loud"