Jo Molinaro: Wherever they're going, would they take me with them?
Jo Molinaro: Who on Earth puts the biscuits' tin on the top shelf?!
Jo Molinaro: Will it ever end?
Jo Molinaro: Do Not Disturb
Jo Molinaro: Another day
Jo Molinaro: Fictitious connections
Jo Molinaro: After the darkness the light rises again.
Jo Molinaro: So. What's the excuse now...?
Jo Molinaro: Ready to face the music
Jo Molinaro: Tableau
Jo Molinaro: Breathe in... breathe out...
Jo Molinaro: ... and so we part.
Jo Molinaro: Dreaming of simpler days
Jo Molinaro: We can only see a small fraction of reality.
Jo Molinaro: Wanderlust
Jo Molinaro: It's all too much...
Jo Molinaro: Do you even know who I am?
Jo Molinaro: There's a mob in my head
Jo Molinaro: I'm so tired of this year...
Jo Molinaro: No worries
Jo Molinaro: Colourless
Jo Molinaro: Mean streets
Jo Molinaro: Live life lightly
Jo Molinaro: Come here, you...