My name is Dat, and for some reason, I have decided to begin writing a journal, not as a self-improvement exercise routine. Fuck that; I have tried too many times to the point that “Journal Diary” is the most bought item on my Amazon order history.
No, I’m doing this because I want to share with others what comes to my mind, but bypassing all the social media madness of 2025.

Yes, social media in 2025 are pretty much fucked up, my friend. X (former Twitter) is about 70% Russian-made bots, and the others are mainly full-time racist-misogynist fucktard MAGAs supporters. Facebook, instead, is split between flat-Earth boomers and millennials living in the illusion that we are still in 1999, where everything was perfect (except 1999 is the absolute worst, according to people that today do have a life)

So, I have decided to use a blog. Here no bullshits from many losers; here, you can rely on a continuous stream of bullshits from just one loser so that you can get used to it and have the power to opt in or out. Isn’t that awesome? Yes, there are bazillions of blogs; what makes this one stand out from others?

Contents

Viasantagata is going to be the very first web container entirely written in English for contents related to, even marginally, the city of Imperia, Italy. Okay, maybe that’s a strong statement. I didn’t take the time to actually check the validity of this. But you can do that. Please go ahead, check, and let us know in the comment section.

Why Imperia? Long story short, I ended up in Imperia for the internationally recognized and prestigious “Sagra delle Lumache” of Villa Viani. I remember clearly the “Christian e la Luna Nueva,” a Norwegian Black Metal Band entertaining the crowd, what a night!

Villa Viani, a small town on the outskirts of Imperia, was the proverbial tip of the iceberg. I have found myself falling in love with the city of Imperia, particularly with the Borgo San Moro neighbor and Via Sant’Agata, which is giving the name to this blog.

You don’t know Via Sant’ Agata? Well, Via Sant’Agata embodies the Economic concept of demands and supplies. It branches to the morgue and local hospital; hence, a flourishing economy of funeral homes trying to steal each other’s business allowing for competitive prices for the aging population of Imperia. Basically, If you find yourself in Via Sant’Agata, chances are you either are about to die, or you are already dead; isn’t that fucking cool?

Most of the contents, are going to be related to Imperia, in many different ways, at the point that maybe you may wonder sometimes “how the hell this relate to Imperia?”. You don’t have to worry, Imperia is a state of mind, everything can relate to this beautiful city and its people.

Please leave a comment in the comment section. Your feedback is very much appreciated and valued as long as you are not a fucktard, a racist, a conspirationist, or simply put, you are not Matteo Salvini or Donald Trump.