It is the year 2079, and it’s been a while since Gigi brooded with a good reason. Let’s be honest, with the life he lives, he has no reason to brood. It’s a facade he wears like a pair of well-fitted gloves. He has done so much, and naturally, he wonders:” What now, Gigi?” Well, nothing much, except contemplating his next car ride, dinner with friends he doesn’t even like, but tolerates, just like his cat tolerates him. And reaching heights of boredom in the Sunroom, beneath the shadows of the Bergamot tree, he brought back from home that time he quit the Agency and opened a gelateria called… da Gigi… of course. A brief fling with anonymity. The thing is, Gigi likes the Sun, though he likes the spotlight even more.
So he decided to build a home for his mood(s) and all those “aaaaaah Gigi!”. “Gigi, Gigi, tell us that story…” voices, whenever he feels lonely and bored with his own reflection in the window. To listen to DAF, blasting at breakfast and Vivaldi’s Nisi Dominus/Cum dederit while gardening and contemplating the impermanence of all things.
So he decided to build a home for his mood(s) and all those “aaaaaah Gigi!”. “Gigi, Gigi, tell us that story…” voices, whenever he feels lonely and bored with his own reflection in the window. To listen to DAF, blasting at breakfast and Vivaldi’s Nisi Dominus/Cum dederit while gardening and contemplating the impermanence of all things.
