Continued from "Days of the king"...

When I look at my contact sheet it’s evident how much is more of an instinctive reaction rather than anything else, but snapshot after snapshot a meaning starts to emerge.

A more handy camera as possible for a fast and instant reaction to a feeling, or to the fragment of a memory. A cooperation between man and camera, trying to see like a camera does. Not a definite kind of photography, not a genre, but a full reproduction of whatever comes in front of me, like every man sees everyday life. If you lose the energy of a city composed by so many different perspectives and find yourself in a claustrophobic system there’s no other way than walking around and try to get it back. In this sense and perspective these are pictures that can’t find home and just keep wandering around like lost souls between heaven and fire, confused like bar stories, surprised and free.

Until they’ll find home I will keep wandering and searching like a lost cat.

Every year that I continue, and the more absurd it seems that I keep doing it, it seems all the more worthwhile, it’s something that doesn’t need to exist at all, which is perhaps the best reason of all for it existing.

Eventually from all this, a memory map can originate.