In my memories, my father never cries. He speaks little and never in Italian. In my memories, I see him sitting on the armchair with the wooden arms in the evening. He rests his head on his closed fist.
In Canada, I started walking the streets. It took me about an hour to get from the place in the suburbs where my aunt, uncle, and cousin lived to downtown. Sometimes my aunt would ask me to do something for her. This was difficult for me because my English was really bad.
There are two important what-and-why questions we need to talk about: First, what does love have to do with design, poetry, and philosophy - and what do the latter three have to do with each other? Second, what is the point of these questions, and why should they be answered at all?
It is very easy to explain how it works. Something is constantly happening around me that affects my perception. Whether I am aware of it or it is stored in the receptacles of my mind. There is always an unspectacular affection.
I write the notations by hand. I use a small notebook that I always carry with me. Then I transfer the handwritten notations into a database where I also extract the infinitives.
For each daily notation, two sequences of infinitives are defined, one for the left and one for the right of the stage. Then, using a specially coded software, each letter of the infinitive sequences is assigned to a fixed coordinate on the Vitruvian Matrix.