She realised in this way that war was the greatest of reversals: probably the only situation in which it is not worth it at all to be in your twenties and have your whole life ahead of you.

Dejó la heroína, pero sigue buscando nuevos abismos: alcohol, noche, soledad. Es poético, desagradable, violento, genial, dulce. Traza un rumbo. Se vuelve mito mientras todavía está vivo.

I am a child of my generation, of those born without art in the gray 1980s, in that provincial twilight that smelled of cheap cigarette smoke and faded promises.

It was a sad Thursday evening in a Brussels stained with cold and curfew, one of those typical February days when the dry and windy air...

It is time for today’s youth to rediscover the true beauty of mythomania—the deeper kind, the one bold enough to distort reality.

Paris, 1969. The air still vibrates with the muffled screams and dying dreams of May' 68—an aftershock on the verge of transformation or....

I have a Neapolitan friend who's a genius. A total genius. We're in Rome, Monteverde, coffee in hand, the sun brushing the walls of the...