I am a discontinuous person. I tend to start with great enthusiasm and get bored soon. For me, resuming something is an act of love.

Love is different every time. Its form changes, it depends on the lover and the loved. Despite this, my approximate way of measuring its intensity is based on commitment and dedication. It's just not in my nature to keep something or someone in my life when it stops being all fun and games, when I choose spontaneously to act in a different way it means that love is strong.

It's probably the fifth time I stop developing my current project for various reason and I keep resuming it. This time it's big.