Pezzi di me pt.1

{It means “Piece of me pt.1”}

Sir P isn't responding. I have some of his artwork on my phone, but almost all the others got deleted from Piscort, damn it. So, what do I write about now?
…
About myself!
It's like when you don't know what to do with your life. Who do I want to start with?
Mmh wrong question, who can I start with? Myself.
And oookkeeeeyyy, I'll talk about myself. And I'll tell you how the friendship and collaboration with Sir P began. Happy?

It's all Sir Bob's fault.
And you thought I’d write “thanks to Sir Bob” [that bald guy]. We’re talking about fantastic works of art, where I can write four trivialities like the Ungaretti of Via Cacciatori. And maybe I can even say the four nonsense things inside my brain. And maybe some money energy will come along too.

Let me explain.

I'm very good at making up nonsense. I have a great imagination! I come up with long and detailed stories that would make Homeric literary works envious. So, talking with Sir Bob, he told me that in the Sir Club there was a certain Sir P with whom I could collaborate to create a story within web3, accompanied by unique NFTs.
You know what I told myself?
I’m good at making up nonsense, why not do it. Laughing to myself, I thought I’d try to exploit a personal "quality" that’s usually "useless", however fun and ridiculous it might be. It literally costs me nothing, I just have to spend my time doing something I enjoy. Better than wasting time on the phone, I told myself.

How glad I am to talked to myself like that!
I simply listened to myself and did what my heart whispered to do. How could I, terrible at school essays but very interested in literature, write literary works that posterity, that the arduous verdict will declare, will read.
But you know what? I completely ignored what I used to thinking. I simply enjoy spending my time on something that makes my soul smile, without listening to the societal demons advising me not to be unconventional, saying my regular job - clock in, clock out, go home - was good enough.

Instead I’m a revolutionary.
I do what I like.

Thank you, Sir Bob.