Trapped in the seething swirling darkness of my own deeply toxic unconsciousness, I took to wearing historical garb of one sort or another… wait, no – I’ve said that already! There’s no need to visit old territory after all. No need at all. Old territory is of no interest to me – I believe in moving forwards and never looking back! That is – in my humble view – the true heroic posture. Forward-thinking and decisive. Forging onwards indomitably through the treacherous morass of what you are pleased to call ‘your life’. These are stirring moments my friend, stirring moments. And a thoroughly meaningless time was had by all. It’s the Mondo Privato you see, and I know that’s one thing at least we can all agree on. The Mondo Privato. We’ll raise our glasses to that, I’ll be bound. A sombre moment but a humorous one too – ironic you might say. Deeply ironic, in fact. How intense life is, I say – how resonant and rich. How deeply fascinating. What I lack in inspiration I more than make up for in terms of pure toxic arrogance, after all. Trying to validate my own hideous bullshit, the same as us all. No surprises there, obviously. The Mondo Privato. There aren’t any surprises there. Pretending to be what I’m not. There is safety in pretending, after all. There is safety in the terrible darkness of our obsessions so we had better stick to them. Remembering those long-gone days, the happy times. And if there weren’t any then you had better invent some fast. There’s great safety in lies, after all, so much safety. As much safety as you could ever possibly want. I’m not trying to say that I don’t have my regrets though, the same as everyone else. I am riddled with them, in fact absolutely riddled. ‘And what is your biggest regret in life?’ people sometimes ask me. Where to begin, though? Where to even begin…
