How smartly September comes in, like a racing gig, all style, no confusion.
Rome is everybody's memory.
Shame can be self-indulgence too.
To be first-rate at anything you have to stake your all. Nobody's an artist 'on the side'.
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.
The fresh start is always an illusion but a necessary one.