Hell of the living is not something that will be; if there is one, it is the one that is already here, the hell that we live in every day, that we form by being together. There are two ways to avoid suffering for it. The first is easy for many: accepting hell and becoming part of it to the point of no longer seeing it. The second is risky and requires constant attention and learning: seeking and knowing how to recognize who and what, in the midst of hell, is not hell, and make it last, and give it space.

Italo Calvino, The invisible cities

To understand the reason for the nickname xlthlx, ring this old post, or you can see the small Xlthlx in the Doodle that Google had dedicated to Italo Calvino.

I love science fiction, surreal jokes, music, cinema, TV series, theatre, reading, writing, arithmetic, and technological toys.
My current technological family consists of an Android, a Pixel 6 Pro, a Kindle Paperwhite, a Dell Precision 3510, also called Little Ben, and Macchinina, an old MacBook Air.

In the last few years, my passion for make-up has exploded, even if my wallet has never been pleased with it. Sometimes I write about it, too, in a downright unprofessional way.

Since January 31, 2015, I have lived and worked in London with my half sweet.
On October 23 2021, we joined a civil partnership.

I forgot: it seems that my profession is Web Developer.
I have also written some technical posts about it, but nothing serious: I have done that job only since 1998.