[ VIII ] Pianura Lombarda

“I also often remember that kind of suspended state in which I stand at the bar counter of an Autogrill in the Po Plain, surrounded by thick fog between the Alps and the Mediterranean Sea, and my entire focus rests on the skillful hands of the barista. Or I admire the anonymous architecture of a newspaper kiosk in an Italian piazza, leaning against the wall of a cathedral; both of these moments equally justified and worthy themselves.”