Happy Days, Samuel Beckett

The Unbearable Lightness of Being, Milan Kundera.

Le Parole Tra Noi Leggere, Lalla Romano.

Sylvia Plath

Il Barone Rampante, Italo Calvino.

Tutto Scorre…, Vasilij Grossman.

Forget the roman empire, how often do you think about the inevitable new dark age caused by our lack of physically recorded material and our total reliance on digital technology for information storage which collapsed

thinking about this note in a used copy of “orlando” by virginia woolf that i purchased a few years ago

Listening to Norman Fucking Rockwell! after a while and that’s really still the greatest album of this century omg