Crisis — a personal as well as general situation where you can’t say with assured certainty and credibility what is coming next. A limbo where all can still happen, for the better or for the worse, but we have lost our ability to predict any possible outcome of our daily decisions and actions.
We need things that last. We need quality, not only quantity. It’s pretty a silly thing to say today, in such a consumer and throw-away culture and society, but it’s also something one cannot avoid thinking over and over again. The problem, maybe, is that true quality — and true appreciation of quality too — needs a protracted, inexhausted, lifelong process of learning, training and practice. But we are no more used to this either.
Soon you start to read and write, when you wake up soon in the early hours of the murky autumn nights. Soon you feel pretty elated.
Sempre più spesso scoprirsi a pensare e scrivere in inglese. E non credere sia solo il fatto che in inglese sono ormai gran parte delle letture. La sensazione è che questa dismissione linguistica celi la credente insofferenza e stanchezza per l’Italia e l’italiano di oggi.