London is everything you expect it to be and much more. Everything is familiar, but it still it does not lose its magnificence.

The taxi cabs, the buses, the policemen, the money, everything is different and seems like it lives in a dimension apart from the real world. Most of the people, although trapped in suits, seem to enjoy being part of the city and its successful herd.

After 5 o’clock, walking through the city and ridding the tube feels like walking into The Nationals’ Boxer album. Everybody starts dropping their executive persona, but still wearing traces of their costume. As the night arrives, the alcohol hazed, young, bright executives colour the roads with the clicking of heels, childish laughter and languid embraces.

My 22nd year of life, I will always remember it as my Age of ADZ. A year ago, Futile Devices described how I felt. After some really happy months, my life started to mirror the crazyness of this album. Pain, confusion, errors, always the same errors. Life, as always, balanced bad moments with really good ones and, slowly, things started to get into place. I am still surrounded by people which I admire and who really care about me, in spite of all my mistakes, misunderstandings and selfish actions. And for some time now, as my 23rd year of life approaches, life sounds like Pleasure Principle. I guess this cycle is closed and a new one is already beginning.

I have got now a chance to actively choose a path in my life: a job, a city or even a country. I am still undecided, as always. I hope that, if next year is defined again by an album, let it be a less confuse one.