From the bottom of my cosy and shaded troglodytic cave I’m ready to face another summer, always my own way, with ironical and slightly disdainful approach to all usual clichés of the season, which I happily tend to neglect.
My summer lethargy – or, if you prefer – summer hibernation (I like the oxymoron here) starts today - on the 21st of June - and it will last until the autumn equinox, when my mild and sweet September will start fading away.
I refuse categorically to go anywhere in summer, unless I’m obliged by very serious and irrevocable reasons, which luckily never happens.
The heat and the too bright light disturb me, crowded terraces make me feel claustrophobic even outdoor, flocks of vacationers perturb my environment and leisure entertainments, usually based on something noisy, don’t amuse me at all, but have an opposite effect.
I take all my own responsibilities for these grumpy statements, I’m a very little sociable troglodyte, I know.
Nevertheless I have decided also this year to offer an indirect tribute to the season I don’t like, dedicating to it this approximate visual diary.
It will be an attempt to look at my daily life with different eyes, as if I was an explorer of my own routine.
The essence of the travel after all is always a mental attitude.