Since 1966, I’ve responded to those who call me Fabio Novembre.Since 1992, I’ve responded to those who also call me “architect”.I cut out spaces in the vacuum by blowing air bubbles, and I make gifts of sharpened pins so as to insure I never put on airs.My lungs are imbued with the scent of places that I’ve breathed, and when I hyperventilate it’s only so I can remain in apnea for awhile.As though I were pollen, I let myself go with the wind, convinced I’m able to seduce everything that surrounds me.I want to breathe till I choke.I want to love till I die.