I’m a storyteller, a voice echo that spread from the surrounding darkness of your life just to embrace your sense, nothing more than a whisper in your mind aiming to reach your pleasure centers.
Every tale start from beginning, sometimes with the expedient of flashforward to capture the attention of the reader. Not mine.
This story begins from the end and swim against the tide, challenging the gravity, and arriving to the bottom. This is how I arrive on Hive.
I’m writing on this piece of sheet because a friend of mine told me that there’s a community hide in plain sight that I’ve never heard about, a group of leading light more interested in the content than the trend, with the aim to change the concept of blog.
We had this conversation long ago, meanwhile I graduated at the university via computer, unfortunately: as everyone I have faced the truth that we are weaker than a nanoparticle, something shorter than a snowflake. It’s paradoxal that something so beautiful and tiny can hide a fatal potential.
Don’t be mad. Exaggerate the reality is the job of a storyteller, I know everyone loves snowflakes.
This year seemed to begin as the one before. But the caos has decided to turn the table. We experienced a slice of the drama which involved the Torrence family in The Shining. In each house there was someone impersonating Shelley Duvall, and another more suggested person who plays the role of Jack Nicholson. To many homicide had occured, in the time of this catastrophic plague that affected the world.
Last Christmas no prevision flashed in my mind, no omen appeared onto my bed telling me how will be the following Christmas of my life, and for consistency no present from dear San Nicola. It was a quite and peaceful winter, passed through laughs and snow, a pile of snow, literally the equivalent of a swimming pool. Days went by in joy and happiness.
The pizza was exquisite that fateful day. It was October, maybe November, maybe the alcohol erased my memory, or maybe the contutions of a rude sport had set confusion in my mind. Me and my friend were sitting next each other, tasting that wonderful slice of paradise. When our palate reached the orgasm, squirting mozzarella in every way, our mouth began to talk. This was the evening that I first heard about Hive, by the way.
That night is fixed in my mind, frozen in time, and knowing of Hive is not even a part of the reason. That night, a frame of true happiness in my life, was the night I falled in love.
The positive message is to enjoy the ride and always, always buy the ticket. No one loves criminals, except frustrated and lonely housewifes. The other message is to gave a chance to love, spread your love in all the ways so anyone can feel that passion flow through their heart, even a dry branch could become a giant tree with lovely cares.
Madame e monsieur, low bow to you for having the patience to read this fancy entree of an opulent menù made of tales and artistic impulses. Stay tuned for more, and more, and more, and m……