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“We have had no good comic operas of late, because the real world has been more comic than any possible opera.” – Illustrated London News, Jan. 17, 1931 G. K. Chesterton

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"I am the last monarch of the old world. As Emperor, it is my duty to protect my peoples from their politicians" -Franz Joseph, Emperor of Austria-Hungary

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In Which I talk of Walls and Ghost Job Entries

Good evening, my friend, reader of this post!! Happy Thursday, almost Friday, I am happy to see you! And specially I am happy that I am writing a post, at all. These days, as it has been the case for some moments, I have immense difficulty in writing. I ought to shout in frustration, really. I cannot stand this difficulty I face. I have tried 3 times or so today, this Thursday, and several more the past day of this week of May 2026. It is depressing, I cannot find the words to describe my thoughts, and sometimes my mind is foggy, so I cannot find thoughts to fill in the words either.  It is just, I think, rhat I want to write about urban planning, for some reason, and I do not find the words. And I also fail to know where to begin, on a microscopic scale. Though I am still touched with the Jacobs spirit, and I have that project of the book at the back of my head, at times no words arrive, neither the thoughts. I want to write about architecture, since we mention that, but I also fi...
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The Adventures of Mr. D'Onofrio and his suitcase with 700 socks! Chapter 6

Zachary D’onofrio, or to be more formal, Mr. D’onofrio, was quite a figure, always caught the attention of people with his fancy outfit. Now somewhat distant from his hometown, the pain of saying bye to his parents for a time he didn’t know how long still was alive inside of him, as it was never really going to die. He remembered, however, his mission, and he focused on the fact that he was not going to suffer ever again, those tears were just a slip, he was back on track now, on his way to the land of socks. 

On the road he was, the weather was pleasant, the wind was blowing softly, the grass around the paved road was with a good appearance. When he ever felt lonely, if ever, he had his socks to talk to. No city in sight, he was already on his way. Resilient as he was, he was not going to stop at any city, he was on his way to the land of socks. 

He looked at the map, there was a forest on his way, where the road poorly paved it would be, and unknown dangers were waiting for him. But he needed to cross it for the land of socks, and he was going to do precisely that.

He had his tophat in his head and his yellow suitcase in his hand, and he was going in the path, no one in sight, not even animals he could see. The last town was far away and the grass, even if beautiful, was wild and useless to man. Probably the only creatures there were ants, feasting in the grass and taking them to their queen in the underground, but Zach couldn’t mind the ants, even though he was aware of the landscape, he was walking determined to see his sock land. He mind focused it was and his shoes were resistant. He was not tired, not a single drop of sweat was in his forehead.

A day passed, and a night too, and he was walking, his clothes were clean, the road was comfortable, no animals or humans in sight, he was walking, quiet, determined, managed, not even having his parents on his thoughts anymore. They probably were there still, but Zach was determined, he wanted to see the sock land, and to pay tribute to his dear grandpa. And then, after walking already a good distance, already really far away from home, he reached the first trees, the forest was ahead of him.


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