Human hunger has a wonderfully sweet, pure voice. There is nothing human about the voice of hunger.
A number of people to each other.
Forzando il significato comune della parola.
Their fragile emotional wisdom, their transparent veil of syllabic sound, their sensory-tonal skin.
The silence out of which a voice arises.
You who narrate me, tu che mi racconti.
Call (or speak to / write) people for the specific purpose of inviting them to yr loft for a dialogue. In process for the rest of “life”.