Even the stupidest cat seems to know more than any dog.
Rome is ... an impossible compounding of time, in which no century has respect for any other and all hit you in a jumble at every turn.
How smartly September comes in, like a racing gig, all style, no confusion.
The fresh start is always an illusion but a necessary one.
Doubt remains a luxury I won't do without.
I think you write only out of a great trouble. A trouble of excitement, a trouble of enlargement, a trouble of displacement in yourself.