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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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Good morning, dear friend, reader of the present post! How are you today, sir and madame? How is the weather? Here, glorious winter, the one of 2026, makes itself known more and more and more, and I urge it to come faster and to FREEZE the land. Oh eternal bliss of the cold winds and the heavy rains, how I love it, so much! And I am okay... I think. Just a bit 6 out of 10 these days, as a rough estimate. At times, 5 out of 10, at times almost a 7. But under the weather nonetheless. I always feel frustrated when I cannot write, or draw, and yet because this is a hobby, it would not be fair to treat it as my main trade. I went on this direction before and it is not a profitable approach. God knows what I will do for a living, but likely it won't be hard drawing or hard writing, not as a main avenue. After some days of writer's block, I did have some thoughts that I wanted to share AND that I know how. Finally a positive alignment on that field! It promises to be a long post, so i...
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The Adventures of Mr. D'Onofrio and his Suitcase with 700 Socks! Chapter 2

The suitcase that his grandpa gave him was as special as the socks that were in it. It seemed just funny looking outside, with its very bright yellow-lemon color, but it was so much more than that, it was a magical suitcase, it was huge inside, with space for so many things, and still its weight was light. The suitcase also had a lot of space to spare for Zach itself, and he was slowly building his world in the suitcase, it was the favorite place of Zach. 

His grandpa told him about the special features of the suitcase, and he’d play in it, visit the places inside, and see the beautiful socks inside of it from time to time, but this object and its “powers” only became important in his life when he started to collect socks. As he traveled and his collection got bigger and bigger, he started to spend more and more time into it, slowly organizing the socks, feeling the spirit of his grandpa in them. He also started to put gifts into it, like an oil canvas one of his first fans did of him, and so on. He putted a bed there and more and more furniture, and still the place was huge. His grandpa never told him why the suitcase was that way, he never knew the story behind it, Zach was well aware of that, and the mystery of it would haunt his nightmares at night. No one of his family besides his grandpa knew better of the suitcase, and the secrets of it died with him at the sea.

Of course, Zach never spent too much time in the suitcase, he would always look for places to sleep and stay at his journey, though his suitcase was his favorite place ever. This when he would look for places to sleep. Zach would walk long journeys without sleeping. When he was determined to reach a place filled with socks, nothing could stop him. Sometimes he spent hours and hours without eating or drinking water, but Zach was resilient, the death of his grandpa made him resistant, nothing could hurt him anymore, it’s like he suffered for his lifetime when his grandparents died and his cousin went missing, so he couldn’t suffer anymore. Of course, that wasn’t true, but Zach liked to think that way, so he could use that to ignore any pain inside of him.

With his special suitcase, singing for his supper and passion, Zach was on a journey to a very special place, the magical city of socks, as one person told him once on the last time he went to his hometown.


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