In Milan I asked my mom, Doesn't this remind you a little bit of China?
8 July 2024 at 14:17
Because I had inherited a vast legacy of silence, because silence was my country, I had to build a wall to see its borders. These two methodologiesβthe persistent Italian unchanging, the hyper Chinese dream of progressβare two ways of addressing the same vacancy: the void between where we came from and how we got here.
I cannot presume to know anything about Italy or the Italians. In the way of Roland Barthes, the Italy I speak of is the Italy of my mindβa place one goes to think of other places, as I've learned that every country one travels to will always be a site of mourning for one's first country.
I cannot presume to know anything about Italy or the Italians. In the way of Roland Barthes, the Italy I speak of is the Italy of my mindβa place one goes to think of other places, as I've learned that every country one travels to will always be a site of mourning for one's first country.