In those summer months and, upon further review, in the preceding years, I had to do the next best thing every minute, every day, to try to keep the dark from closing in, until it did and I cracked like thunder.
Everything I need, I have already - right now - including the knowledge I still sometimes think is waiting behind a puzzle-locked door.
This summer is a recharging, not a dimming.
I’d come from Bari, which was quiet, and popped out into hectic Termini Station at muggy dusk.
I arrived in Bari on the final day of a three day city-wide celebration of their patron saint, San Nicola, or Saint Nicholas aka Little Saint Nick.
It has nothing to do with the game you weirdos, but is a cute port town about 40 minutes south of Bari.
I’ve always gone to music when I want voices in the room and to decompress.
Taormina is gorgeous, clinging to the cliffs with lemon and orange trees in front yards and on street corners.
I continue to eat often and well.
Ferrara Bike, 2026
Rome Apartment, 2026
View from Taormina, 2026
Tuscany Hills, 2026
Milan, 2022
