I belong to the silent minority.

I am one of those few who have nothing more from
say and wait. What? Let everything be clarified? It is unlikely.

Age has brought me the certainty that nothing can be clarified: in this country I love there is simply no truth.

Much smaller and more important countries than ours have their own unique truth, we have infinite versions of it.

The cause?

I leave it to the historians, to sociologists, to psychoanalysts, at the round tables the task of indicating the causes, I suffer the effects.

And with me a few others: because almost everyone has a solution to offer us: "their" truth, that is, something that does not conflict with their interests.
An art historian must also be invited to the round table to make him say which one
influence the Baroque may have had on our psychology.

In fact, in Italy the shortest line between two points is the arabesque.

We live in a network of arabesques.

Ennio Flaiano, The Solitude of the Satyr, Adelphi 1996