“All origins are accidental” - Fugazi

“All origins are accidental,” Fugazi once sang.

That line always stuck with me. Looking at what’s happening in the world, especially in recent years, months, weeks, and days, as well as in our individual daily lives, I see a deep truth in those words.

In them, I recognize the luck of being born who I am and where I am, something that becomes even more striking when I think about how different life could’ve been if I had entered the world under different circumstances.

Especially in times like these, when so many people are facing violence, displacement, or injustice, I feel a deep sense of responsibility not to ignore the privilege that shaped my life’s starting point.

It’s not something I take lightly, and certainly not something I take for granted.

Life often feels like a mix of luck, destiny, and direct action. In varying doses, these three elements shape our story, from the tiniest details of daily life to the full book of our existence.

Last night I was heading back from a show, and while I was on the streetcar, I came across this photo I had taken earlier in the afternoon.

Home has always been Brescia for me, and it always will be.

But this city is definitely a home away from home.

Toronto is so different from Brescia, yet so similar.

I’ve always been used to creating my daily rhythm wherever I go, blending into each place and, somehow, becoming part of it.

And maybe, in all my wandering, I’ve come to learn that my roots don’t lie in the ground beneath my feet, but in the person I’ve become through all the places I’ve called home.

(Toronto, Canada - June 13th 2025)