It’s my birthday today, specifically, I was born around 7:30 PM, I’d say 7:27 PM since I often look at the time then, and among the coincidences, I’ll include the fact that I support a team that was founded in 1927, but that’s just to talk about coincidences.

I’ve never been overly happy celebrating my birthdays. I remember I stopped after my 12th birthday party; they made me sad, and unlike my friends who invited the whole world, the maximum I ever invited was seven people. I remember it was a mess because, I didn’t have a console, the PC was banned, and the only games were board games. I felt embarrassed and bored, and that’s why I started to fall out of love with them and invite fewer and fewer people until I stopped celebrating altogether.

For my 18th birthday, I remember my father had the idea of going to celebrate with my brother and his ex-wife, booking a restaurant, just like that, without telling me anything… I made him cancel everything imperatively. He understood, and from then on, he never interfered again. I didn’t celebrate my 25th, my 30th, my 35th, or especially my 40th, a dismal year for too many reasons, and besides, it was a leap year.

Just thinking about this day bores me, parties bore me, and past experiences have led me to this approach. I understand it’s not an example to follow and might even seem sad to some, but it will be difficult to change. It will be difficult to see me happy at a party, which is why I also advise people who know me not to invite me. They always make the mistake of thinking they’d offend me if they didn’t call me, when in reality, they do me a disservice if they invite me. I hate parties, I hate running into people I stopped keeping in touch with years ago, I detest sharing time and space with people I don’t know, I’m just not a party person.

Anyway, I can only hope to disappear sooner or later and find a circle of people who respect my solitary and independent nature. I often walk alone around the neighborhood to plan my next actions; in fact, I must say that if they didn’t call me, I’d rarely call them to go out because I’m used to being alone, and above all, I don’t want to take on other people’s problems; I already have plenty of my own to solve.

Perhaps you’re wondering about the reason for the mask image. First of all, it’s a Venetian “bauta“—a work of art to me. I’m fascinated by them, and many are well-made. Why the mask? Because if the opportunity ever arose to form a band and play live, well, I would do it in a costume and mask because seeing myself on video would embarrass me. The mere thought that I could see myself on video would condition my experience on stage, burdening me with unnecessary stress. The only shame is that I can’t wear the bauta, or at least the one in the photo, because it’s just an ornament, but I have plenty of others that serve their purpose well, and I hope to show them to you sooner or later.

All the best.

Oh yes, the music video for “Run Away” will be released this Friday, October 3rd. I hope you like it.

See you.