title a bit 'Dick (remember the dust Mis corrosive "Even Androids Dream of Electric Sheep ? ") but very evocative, this" Dust on head "of Fabio Di Campli , creative Ortona, looks like this: the cover is dark, simply elegant. The format is square, perhaps a little 'unusual for publishing stories adult oriented.
Then he goes inside. A story can be read nicely all in one go. And 'quick, concise biting. But I would be ungenerous, and I can not afford to be.
The protagonist of the story does Aristotelian in its history to succinct than the unit of time, space and action. He walks, look, look, they explore. What? Himself? The truth about the totalitarian world that surrounds them, seize, squeeze every individual identity?
The anguish, the sense of alienating loneliness in their uniqueness, a desert-like pain. Awareness of own uniqueness that can not be left to a number printed on a chip implanted. Neither the blind assent to a scheme.
And, to paraphrase the Ridley Scott's Blade Runner, all this will end, like tears in the dust.
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