by Ettore Sottsass
"I believe that one day, when he was young, fornasetti must have had a truly startling vision. I don't know if it was during
the day or by night, but suddenly he must have seen the whole world explode into the air, the whole world and all of
history and all the accumulation of its figures, memories and all the stones, the bodies, the trees, the houses and the
Everything flew into the air and finished up in an infinite, opaque cloud full of rubbish that rose like a nuclear mushroom and then, slowly, in chilling silence, began to descent, falling havily - perhaps on fornasetti's head, or perhaps on his table or on his paintbrush or perhaps even simply on the floor of his room. it must have been a bit like in an michelangelo antonioni film."