Runaway

we want run away in late night, without being discovered

The one thing you can't get out of severe parents: the opportunity to 

sneak out at night. 

There is no thrill, you're just going to say "coming back late tonight" while rushing out of the front door. Curfew would be avoided by the tutor's deep sleep and the ability to shamelessly lie the morning after. What would have been interesting to do is pretend to go to sleep, wait until the last light is out and then theatrically sidle down the window or just sneak out the front door, towards the night. 

The unknown night, that something out of the ordinary, boring every day life, the never ending routine that keeps you trapped in anxiety, in week plans, in a severe parental control. To have a time to be the person you're not during the day, a space far from those eyes you can't disappoint, feel the adrenaline in your blood just imagining your father waking up and for no apparent reason checking if you're sleeping. 

When your parents treat you as an adult since you become a teenager it ends up there's no need for that to happen. You don't have rules to break, so you don't really get feel like putting up a riot, because you might have nothing to stand against.

In italian and more photo after the jump

kids

After writing about it, the “list of stuff to do” has been hunting us. Determined to appear in every conversation, even just to be mentioned, it has been bouncing between the two of us for days, in need to be vented, butchered and revolted in real life, just like a dream keeps coming back until you face it in reality.

So we decided to incorporate, every now and then, some space for it, defining the voices, those fatidic things, the stuff to do before the years pass by leaving no notice.

So this time we will talk about

- skating

Not that we never actually got on a plank. I guess we could say we wanted to go deeper, we wanted to be one of these kids who grinds and does tricks but we were lazy. 

We still are.

Plus, you need to get over the fear of falling. Because if you want to be good at it, you will leave elbows and knees on the ground, or at least the skin upon them. The asphalt dig trough your flesh aiming for the joints if you're determined to become a pro. You know you are one when the crusts get better.

But most of the people doesn't put enough effort and gives up, just for the fear of falling. Of being hurt, even if it's only superficial.

In fact, we've been sitting on the ground all afternoon, taking picture of those who are willing to be hurt, in front of the central station. We are perfectly aware of the fact that we're not gonna pursuit skating, not today, not tomorrow.

So we're just gonna draw a line on this voice.

in Italian after the jump:

project

Being young equals being bored.
It's algebraic.


You don't ever have enough money or drive or fucus to actually do anything in the long list of "stuff you wanna do".
I't in between the twelve and the thirty-something years old, and after that you realize those which should have been your best years just passed by, without any attempt to draw a line on whatever on that damn list.


T H E   L I S T   O F   S T U F F   T O   D O


- Like, food fight.
- Like, mad trips toward no clear destination.
- Like,  bungee jumping.


we chose to draw a line on:
- pass more time in front of the computer (cause it just wasn't enough)


and also:
- stop judging if you can't prove all your being like "I would have done it a lot better"


and actually show the world that maybe it's not all that better, but at least it's interesting.


Or, we hope so.


in italian after the jump.