ETTORE
In every die-hard Modernist, hides a little Postmodernist, in the glamorous recesses of the soul. He is called Ettore. He has to be let out sometimes so that his vanity, bubbling like silver lava, does not completely knock out of place the foundation stones of the modernist self-image.
In every die-hard Modernist, hides a little Postmodernist, in the glamorous recesses of the soul. He is called Ettore. He has to be let out sometimes so that his vanity, bubbling like silver lava, does not completely knock out of place the foundation stones of the modernist self-image.