there is a sense of circularity here. first, venice is the birthplace of the bellini, hemingway its maker – an ode to the paris that was. second, the first time i ever visited italy, it was four blissful hours spent in venice. its fitting we’re ending this trip in venice, dio says. for both of us it’s the first …
im standing on the entrance of the city center, under the ancient portico. this is the spot i usually find myself in when i’ve realized i can’t write any more for the day, when i need to walk the familiar route like a modern day hecate haunting the city thresholds. i wrote about making a religion …
by chance one evening i walked into a screening of a jonas mekas documentary, a five hour movie of the directors private super 8 reels. because my friends are film buffs they knew about this exhibit, the movie screening on a loop during the whole weekend in an abandoned warehouse in the center of the …
florence had been calling my name for a while. so it was when i realized on thursday night that i would have the following friday free that i decided to go. booking my tickets at 12pm i got up at 7 the following morning, taking the train (my favourite mode of travel), arriving 39 minutes later …
mom won the lottery and gave 500€ to me just when paris called and came to 480. like young patti smith finding the forgotten wallet with the cash she needed for the bus-ticket to new york, i too felt keenly saved by destiny. i had persuaded my old patriot friend to join me in the city before …
