Rome is a hard place and I am a hard person. What I mean by hard is simply that Rome is all stone and little nature. It is all grit and grime and movement. I often feel now that I find myself to be same… That there is no softness, purity, and no patience… I am eager to build upon the last event and move on from the present one. I feel as though my life has shown me too much in too short a period of time, and has made me too wise… but not wise enough to avoid this place where I have now found myself.
If you asked me what I want most right now, I would say to be free of all worry… then I would say to remember… then I would say to forget… then I would say nothing… for why should I want?
I despise Rome because it is so much like me – It reflects back to me so much of myself… or at least, who I have been in my many forms. And it seems that now I am finding myself to be no different from many of my clients, whom I have seen over the years, i.e. wanting the past to go away… wanting to be far away from myself, but finding myself nowhere else but here with me. I suppose I am human after all. And so I have placed myself here in Rome, a physical manifestation of all of the parts of me I had come so to resent, but perhaps no so much anymore. Now, Rome, what do you want?