My days were dictated by moments. Moments that I photographed. I didn’t want to do it, but I soon realized that I had created a diary.
I am in a “voluntary self–isolation”, with my wife and two cats. We live in New York, Anno Domini Covid19.
Day 0 is at the very bottom. Scroll down, don’t be shy! You can do it!
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My first cocktail in a bar after 130 days. ( Disclaimer: it was a Frozen Margarita)
another trip.
trip.
This is not the same cat from yesterday’s post.
She stayed there for almost one hour.
Being back means also to see this type of stuff.
Apparently also the beaches are in American soil.
I was about to meditate and…
…from one side to the other…
My sister is in town.
He is just really really stupid.
lines.
Adolescence’s textures.
Happy Sunday.
Not the oysters I was supposed to eat on this day.
Let’s go.
Do not remember.
It feels good to be back.
halo
Don’t look suspicious.
…
One of those days.
Still here after 3 months.
Hand on leg.
All the gang is here.
Checking the hood.
…because bad guys are cops.
Bollocks.
Phase 2
LMAO
8 hours in.
_____________ . (fill the space)
36723 steps
…….
NO STOP
Boricua for Black Lives Matter.
Who is better?
On his way.
…and then this happened.
Day 16 of protest – NYC
Solo le bricciole sono rimaste.
Day 14 of Protest – NYC
Day 13 of Protest – NYC
Day 12 of Protest – NYC
Day 11 of Protest – NYC
Day 10 of Protest – Harlem NYC
be your statement.
I said it already, and here I am again.
Today I felt the urge to be there (Day 7 of protest – NYC).
#blacklivesmatter
Mi sono rotto il cazzo.
Happy 77th day!
I can’t breathe.
Today, two new friends stopped by.
Hey Siri! Remind me to not make decisions when I am mad.
What a shitty day!
Memory.
Pieces of peace in the sun’s peace of mind.
Directed by Robert B. Weide.
I broke my drone.
I am still standing.
Tails should have separate lives.
Today I went out, and I saw the world.
Screen filter by Window.
First guest after 65 days.
Dial 1-800-713-GROW.
6 feet apart.
The jungle outside my window.
Cut the red cable, and stay on the phone for 2 hours to find it.
It’s another day.
Meeting 51.
Learning the “One Point Troath Exploding Brain Technique”.
The internet is a wonderful place.
Learning every day.
Priorities.
She wants to kill me. I may have gone too far this time.
We conquered the neighbor’s sill.
Meeting 35
Testing immunity. (?)
Lethargic Sun Salute.
I am too old for this shit!
A rare moment of coexistence.
Obrigado Capoeira.
Today we will conquer the cat’s world.
Ciao Nonno Pietro, ne ho cucinato un pò di più per te!
Tomorrow we will learn the basics of physics.
Stalker alert!!!
Selfie time!
Stay healthy and stay at home.
Tomorrow we will learn how to open a mustard dispenser.
She is bored.
I like it dirty.
I never have seen these two people so far apart.
It is always 420.
Seal follows my Instagram stories.
I am not a feet person.
Happy Birthday!
end.
to be continued….
Sex face.
Meeting 27
11 Bang Bang
La zucchina è porno.
I am bored.
WTF.
I miss staring at buildings.
“Why prevent it when you can treat it.”
Now for real, I know what my cat does all day.
Heaven is closer than you think.
Meeting 14
She loves me.
3 feet apart is not enough.
Talk to me.
Fase 1
Meeting 10
Meeting 6
BB
Oops, I did it again!
Blood.
Meeting 3
……………not funny!
Andrà tutto bene.
Walk of shame.
Love and diversity.
Family text.
My godson is happy to see me.
Someone already has a routine.
Reality is a bitch and you deal with it.
My last cocktail in a bar. (disclaimer: it’s a Jalapeno Margarita)