Ho detto al treno che passa una sola volta nella vita “No grazie! Ho scarpe comode e gambe buone. Vado a piedi.” Poi l’ho detto anche al secondo, al terzo, al quarto… E l’ho pure ripetuto al primo quando è ripassato. Ecco, me lo sono chiesto anch’io. È poi vero? O è una di quelle…
Saturday afternoon. A conversation overheard. "I don't celebrate April 25th. It's not my holiday." Said with the calm, almost proud, confidence of someone who believes they're saying something courageous. Instead of saying it quietly, as one does when they suspect they're saying something stupid, he said it out loud...
There's a man—let's call him Riccardo—who turns on the phone every evening and gets angry. There's not enough work, prices are rising, a distant war that seems to have nothing to do with him. Yet he votes, comments, gets angry. Always in the wrong direction. A legitimate anger. Real. Absolutely right. Too bad it's always, systematically, directed in the wrong place. And no,…
Imagine this scene. It's 5:45 PM. You have three deadlines staring you in the face, a colleague who gave you a rude response this morning, a meeting that could have been an email, and a four-day-old technical problem that no one knows how to solve. You're already daydreaming on the couch at home, drinking a beer, your daughter...
Let's get one thing straight: I didn't slam the door of Facebook, Instagram, and TikTok. I walked toward it slowly, brick by brick, accumulating years of disillusionment, annoyance, and finally, a lucid and definitive disgust. My relationship with social media has always been conflicted: from the naive enthusiasm of the early years—look at all the opportunities, all the connections,…
Today Apple turns 50. And I find myself writing this piece with that strange feeling you get when a very old friend—one of those with whom you've argued, reconciled, who has helped you do wonderful things and sometimes disappointed you—blows out the candles on a cake…
Press play on your favorite player, let the music play in the background, and discover with me the genesis of each song. Why an album about Holy Week? We're in the middle of Holy Week (this year Easter falls on April 5th), and there's a motto I've carried with me for years, one I love repeating whenever…
There's a scene in the series Paradise that stopped me in my tracks. Truth be told, it was just a speech. But that "just" is already too much. President Cal Bradford is in a recently completed bunker. In front of him is Samantha "Sinatra," the one who engineered that entire security system—precise, redundant, impervious. He looks at her...
There was a time when, to wage war, you needed at least a decent excuse. I'm not talking about absolute morality. I'm talking about criteria. Rules. Even a certain form of intellectual dignity amid horror. The Romans called it bellum iustum—just war—and as much as it seems like an oxymoron thrown in there to torment you, it had a precise meaning. Today...
In a burning world, the Church still carries a God who orders genocide. From Marcion to Netanyahu, the problem of the Old Testament has never been resolved.
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