What does it mean, for a writer, to write without her own authority? Can I call myself an author, if I don‘t feel authoritative?
How is it possible that when I write in Italian I feel both freer and confined, constricted? Maybe because in Italian I have the freedom to be imperfect.
Why does this imperfect, spare new voice attract me? What does it mean to give up a palace to live practically on the street, in a shelter so fragile?