It’s election day here in Italy.
We are snowed in, I am nursing a damaged wrist and typing with two fingers, but we did go and do our duty.
It’s a weird time here in Italy, and I see dark clouds gathering.
And it does get to you – sit here, write fantasy stories while the nation sinks back into its bad habits. What’s the sense of it?
But then I say to myself, what the heck, we can still write about ideas, and imagine solutions, and not just problems.
So here we go.
I’ll let Marc Bolan express my feelings at the moment…