Spinach

Spinach is a thought on fiction.

The grafting of familiarity unto strangeness, a transitional environment, which can take as many forms as we are able to give. It is a kind of timid and evocative fiction that you’ll find here, mislaid in the infinity of organisms of an elusive taxonomy.

These pages are a small intimate collection of original texts in different languages, standing alone as well as in dialogue with images and film photography, drawing little isles of fiction—the allusion to a story, known trails and unsuspected paths.

Where you can find our spinach leaves:

• Libreria del Convegno, Milan (copies nn. 50, 51, 52)

• Spazio BK, Milan (copies nn. 53, 54, 55)
• TÈCO, Palermo (copies nn. 40-49)

Do you feel its weight?