Roberto Boccaccino, Truth or Consequences, 2020

All things seem obvious when said quickly: each person becomes a character, each place just a place, and each life is reduced to a story. It’s normal that this is the case, it’s the compromise that we find every time we seek understanding. The truth is that our experiences – the things that happen to us, and the way we happen in other people’s lives – are almost always so varied and precarious that it is difficult to even imagine them, let alone put them into words. When telling something carefully, it is as if one realizes that one has a very limited vocabulary at one’s disposal, which at times even seems to be destined for something else. It’s like having to compose a poem with what we find on a receipt, or on a globe.