The Reader looks more than dubious that somehow I can connect fishing for words to the watercoloured fish on a platter surrounded with leafy, green things, yellow-ish squiggles and red rounds that may or may not look like small, yet delicious potatoes.
I can’t so I won’t.
No surprise there, The Reader smirks.
Very few words come to mind that make connections between titles and decisions made just because they can be made. This noble attempt, however, didn’t hurt or harm…globally.
In a beautiful, romantic language la pesca di parole Italiane softens the fact that not every supposed good idea in the formulated decision-making process…is really a good idea at all.
The Reader says I’ve made my point.