A few weeks ago, I watched the television series 'Emily Dickinson' on Apple+, an amusing and touching retelling of the poet’s early literary years. I only knew her by name. According to my research, the series does not seem to deviate from the truth, even though it had to invent what was never known about the writer’s life.
If we have to take life as it comes while reflecting on what it will happen and what it brings to me, on what it has given me, on who I have been since the beginning of my time, if we have to constantly think about this and at the same time give time time time to be time, I wanted to tell the story of these kittens, what they have been for me and what they will no longer be, what they will be too.
Don't ask me when my dream began. I can tell you that it must have been 6:30 in the morning. Its roots go back in part to the day before, when I did not deal with a cat, but with Fido, my telephone company. I renewed my contract and took the opportunity to get the latest Apple product, the iPhone 6.