This is a diary about sad days and happy days - Euphoria and absolute happiness are a millimeter away from a panic attack. Written following this premise: One writes only in the face of danger, there is no other honest way to do it, the slightest hint of complacency is a sign of cowardice. You write against yourself first and then against everyone. And love, always love: «In love nothing is a waste of time, everything is useful, the most banal, the most absurd, the most ridiculous, the most humiliating, the most painful experience is useful, nothing ever falls on deaf ears. It is impossible to waste time with love, falling in love - even if it is only for two days, even if it is foolishly, even if it is out of spite or boredom or curiosity - always serves precisely the opposite, to save time. »
