02/04/2026
I honestly think Melchiorre and his translator Antonella Lettieri have been robbed. Just enjoy this passage as our narrator and a mysterious stranger investigate a long-abandoned cottage on the mountainside…
"Not wanting to climb into a dying house through a forced window, I said to her that I already knew what we would find inside: the wretched, indecipherable crowd of things left behind and the lifeless objects which, having become the rulers of the places in which they stand, take on a living semblance, scary and alarming. Maria told me to stop it as she climbed through the window wildly exalted. Then, despite myself, I followed her in.
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Beds. Chairs. Chests of drawers and bedside tables. Pillows foul with mould. Wardrobes. Tables. A holy family framed above the bed. We also saw an enamel jug containing the hardened carcass of a lizard which had trespassed into that smooth-walled abyss, unaware that it was doomed to meet certain death within, at the bottom of its own curiosity."