; there was the time I stood outside; it had snowed the night before; a sound in the distance could have been voices; it could have been something else; it could have been machinery; it could have been just in my head; I wanted the sound to be something else:Â waves...
I arrived in Civitella with a precise target in my mind: to work on a sort of memoir about my experience as a moviegoer. During the first two weeks I was focuse just on that, following the precise schedule Iplanned when I was still at home. Then something happened. I...
