All my life long, I had to go night life to damp my loneliness 

Daytime I had to live the city, not to be melting in the crowd under the heat of the daylight

Now I walk around the city, night and day, to meet people to touch 

But I cannot find, I cannot find, I cannot find….

A mask on my face, a mask on their face: we are all but walled people 

Not even handshaking anymore

Nowhere to go to meet someone free

Only this city to walk, cannot escape anywhere

Roads and monuments all empty

A place of my own

Milano, London, NY, HK, Shanghai, Tokyo: the globalized world killed the genius loci. Wherever you go you find the same stuff: fashion, food, art in the museums, all is the same.

I need to rush to the digital world to create my place, my feeling, my view that is not global.

It has to be local and my own.

Living in a non-global world means loving each other for his own culture and tradition.

Do not become like me, I will not become like you.

See my world and teach me how to love your world.