Melancholy Death of the Oyster Child and other stories

Last weekend, as usual, I took a tour of the various markets in Modena looking for books, vintage items, vinyl records etc … etc … while I was scrupulously looking for some interesting books to buy, my eye fell on a picture book by Tim Burton that I read ten years ago.

On the one hand, I was surprised to find it in a market because, for me, this remains a small treasure to keep at home. Not only for the fact that it represents fantasy, madness and melancholy at the same time but, above all, because it is a small representation of where the free fantasy, that the mind can create, can lead you.
And every now and then, just to remind me of this, I take it and reread it.

Every now and then I leaf through it, calmly. It helps me to remember how important it is to let the imagination take part in my life during these days that run so fast and unstoppable … running is definitely good but, stopping to frolic is also useful. Every now and again…