The Night of the Moths

by Riccardo Bruni

Which is the same reason why someone returning from a funeral will crack a few jokes, feel the need to smile, to make love,

once you’ve gotten so close to death that you can almost smell it, it’s nice to feel alive.

People need to convince themselves that, somehow or other, it’s always the fault of the one who dies.

he’s a normal guy with a huge guilt complex.

Australia is a shitty place. If something poisonous and deadly exists, you’ll find it there for sure.

soccer players are the only foreigners people like. Maybe

because they’re filthy rich.