"I haven't heard a thing from you. Until you called, you didn't say a word, but you cried—even though I don't want to know anything about you; I look out at the horizon of the sea and I hear you, even though I don't want to know anything about you; the seagulls shit on my back, and that shit doesn't bother me because I keep thinking about you and I still want to know everything about you."
Digital Oil, Gregorio Zanardi, 2026
