Michele Occelli London
	Michele is a poet. He ran away from his fatherland hiding in a coach, disguised as a Jesuit. He has no intention to return. Ever. The deviated underground philosophical London scene swallowed him when he was just 18, and after years of painful addiction, which brought him to every sort of baseness and unspeakable crime just for a little score, he has now finally kicked the abstraction and renounced western metaphysics returning to embodied form. He is currently applying to be a sand grain in a mandala, and smiles as cars burn at the side of the road. His ectoplasm is still hovering somewhere over the blue and brown books. Michele Occelli