I’ve been told that I have to leave far away and now. I may carry a small suitcase (max. 40x20x30 cm) and I can only pack words written in black on thick white cardboard. I confess that the strange equipment comforts me because I live among words. However, I have only a few hours to assemble the equipment and my mind is disturbed because I would like to put all there, from those old and resonant words to the most outlandish and postmodern ones. Also, I write big words such as freedom and democracy. And other smaller ones… as ice-cream and stars. And, above all, I write hard, Fair is foul and foul is fair, Forever is composed of nows, It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. Cheers, with confidence in my own language I’m off. May Dickens saves me. Because there where I am going to travel, every word outside the suitcase will not survive.
DAVID C.