Adriana Ferretti

“You know what’s right? That no one gets to control where music goes.”

Andrea Laszlo De Simone’s songs have always gotten caught somewhere deep inside me. They’ve always taken hold of me and carried me far away, miles from wherever my feet happened to be planted, and strictly without asking for permission.

7:28 a.m.

Kapilar 237.

“What?”

Sorry, I meant boarding at Gate 237.

Teşekkürler.

“Again?”

Yes, let me tell you…

In the room where I spent my entire adolescence, I came across a diary where I used to write my thoughts during my first years of high school. I remembered it well, but I had never opened it again. Until that moment, I had never felt the need to reread it—as if what mattered wasn’t its contents, but simply knowing it was there.

Science can be incredibly fascinating or terribly cold. We have realized that. But what is the boundary between science and horror? Where will scientific progress lead us?

You know, the other day, after I talked to you, I walked along the usual street, but instead of that dead end there was a path.

In a novel I once read that pianos go out of tune when they’re not played. Then I checked online and no, that’s not exactly how it works, but that idea struck me deeply — maybe it plucked some hidden string somewhere.