Letters from the studio

An immersive experience by Alter Agent at Fiera di Treviglio. On a single dramaturgical decision that makes the difference between watching and experiencing.

A walk to the South Pole of the Suffolk peninsula. On blackthorn scratching paintwork and pheasants that only pretend they can fly.

Fourteen hours over land. Four trains. Lugano, Zurich, Paris, London, Suffolk. A journey that earns every mile.

Here's how I escaped the Zettelkasten trap and started writing again.

You might be receiving letters from me in both English and German. Here's how it works – and how to choose the language that suits you best.

This is the text I wanted to send you for the new year — but it got caught in Substack's filters. Now you're receiving it directly from me. Substack is history.

Substack blocked my newsletter. A mistake, they said. Now my texts have moved to Europe, to digital independence.

Those who think feel they never think enough. Those who enjoy their stupidity are convinced they have intelligence to spare. Ignorance is a gap in education. St

When truth becomes malleable, reality becomes invisible. The oligarchs — Musk, Zuckerberg, Bezos, Trump — suffer from severe narcissistic disorders, are morally

A parallel world of power has emerged — disconnected from states, laws, and accountability. Tucker Carlson meets Putin. Musk provides the platform. Zuckerberg

A department store in Nagoyal, Japan, decorated for Christmas: nativity scene below, Santa Claus nailed to a cross above. Time to rethink what we celebrate.

Time of writing. Change My Mind — our new working theme. Autumn in Lugano, David Gilmour in Rome, and finally finding the right Zettelkasten workflow.

Roam Research blew my mind. Logseq gave me back control. But when deadlines arrived, both hit the same wall: copy-paste was the only way out. A thinker's paradi