[ Really with the idea publishing something about it; nothing too complicated, so-to-be delayed – and eventually forgotten. ] Initially it was sincere, desperately sincere; just scary how ambitions, demands, and other possibilities would become exaggerated, until it was impossible.

¡ Non è giusto ! – she would say. One time, another time, n' the party getting drunk becomes an addiction, totally outta control. You watching these novels, reading 'bout actors, trying to fit. Right or wrong, intelligent or not, it steals your mind. your time. your soul. Worse or better, it never comes for free. It never lasts forever.