Articles by Marco Guerra Avitabile

So I basically woke up, this morning, and even if I was not able to look at myself in a mirror (there’s none in my room), I could perceive there was weird stuff going on […]

“So, this is it.” He said, pulling out a knife from his back pocket. “I guess it is.” As soon as the weapon started moving towards my throat, a kick hit his left knee, leaving […]

Two men are sitting on a bench, apparently not knowing each other. Both of them are dressed up in black smokings. The first one (A) puts his right leg on top of his left knee. […]

I grew up with the conviction that nothing’s real what you cannot experience. But is it always real, what we experience? I can’t exactly remember how nor when, but I remember I found myself in […]

… It reminded me of blown up cars. … It reminded me of blown up gas stations. … It reminded me of blown up factories. … It reminded me of blown up buildings. … It […]

Running in narrow alleys, crossing lanes, crawling hanging sheets from balconies. Like two bullets shot at high speed, I was running like hell, and she was right behind me. Like pursues from the movies. She […]

And there’s no rigour, if not in their perfectly done-up ties. And there’s no lucidity, if not in their cars’ paint. Their luxury cars rushing at the edge of sanity. Too fast, there’s no space. […]