I met Lorenzo because I found his backpack, which he had left on a train seat while he was stuck at the station between breaks. That evening we were at the same party and we talked for the first time. We smoked a cigarette and he told me he was moving from Turin to Florence. I don't know if he actually did, but when in doubt, he told me that one day he would host me in Sicily if I wanted to (?).
• jam sessions
• books
• my motorcycle
• improvised things
• people
• social centers
• dense woods
• desks
• lying in bed with someone