Venice, The Most Touristy Place

It’s Daunting To Find The Language So Foreign, So Distant, But Also So Thrilling. One Is Absolved Of Responsibility When The Language Is Incomprehensible.

Sometimes The Valley Below Is Like A Bowl Filled Up With Fog. I Can See Hard Green Figs On Two Trees And Pears On A Tree Just Below Me. A Fine Crop Coming In. May Summer Last A Hundred Years.

I’ll Always Marvel At The Liveliness Of Southern Speech-so Full Of Metaphor And Hyperbole, Quirks And Vividness.

Memory Is, Of Course, A Trickster.

The Only Thing More Surprising Than The Chance She's Taking... Is Where It's Taking Her.