“I have always created in search of a place to hide, a place where I could rediscover myself. In my past, I would often find olfactory memories close to my heart.”
Through poetic and refined language, Fusciuni weaves together autobiography and imagination, reality and dreams. The chapters unfold like meditations, guided by the slow, contemplative rhythm of his writing, in a continuous flow that connects body, scent, and soul.
His words evoke images through an endless interplay of synesthetic associations: rain falling on stone, the scent of tobacco, the sea breeze, the dust of a distant café. Every sensation becomes a narrative gesture, a way of expressing absence and the longing to belong to an “everywhere” that is both home and distance.