My intention was to write something completely different from this, but then, yesterday evening, I had a conversation with a friend. Yet his words while virtually flicking through the pages were honest. He said: “I think the project works because it talks about solitude, weakness and insecurity. And you know what drives me crazy? The fact that talking about this comes so natural to you, that even when it seems banal, it works, and perhaps this is the very same reason why it does.” I wasn’t expecting such empathy. I wasn’t expecting a photographic project to give me the chance to express myself truly and create conversations that today are really coming as a helping hand. Sometimes looking at some of these images makes me feel uncomfortable, it really does, but the truth is that, even if romanticized by my unstoppable need for beauty, they show what I’ve felt during these three months. Three months in which I had to stop and look inside myself to find a combination of insecurity and poetry, longing and lust; showing a side of my character, and perhaps that of many men of our generation, which is weak and unable to fulfill the needs and goals set by ourselves and by contemporary society.