Letter to D – A Love Story

You refused to follow the fashion and had your own ideas about what to wear. You refused to let advertising or marketing supply you with needs you didn’t feel. On holidays, we’d stay either ‘with a family’ in Spain, or in modest hotels or guesthouses in Italy. It wasn’t until 1968 that we went to a big modern hotel, for the first time – in Pugnochiuso. We ended up acquiring an old Austin after ten years. That didn’t stop us considering individual car owndership to be a disastrous political choice that pits individuals against each other by claiming to offer them the means of escaping the common lot. For household expenses you had a budget that you set and managed according to our needs. This reminds me how you’d decided, at the age of seven, that to be true, love must think nothing of money. You thought nothing of it. We often gave it away.

The Bridge

“you know,” he said, “if i had my way i wouldn’t let anybody who believed in star signs or the bible or faith healing or anything like that use electric power, or ride in cars and buses and trains and aircraft, or use anything made of plastic. they want to believe the universe works according to their crazy little rules? ok, let them live that way, but why should they be allowed to use the fruits of sheer fucking human genius and hard work…”