There is a definite feeling of exhibitionism there -- but not only; a grand burlesque show in which anything goes back stage. How quickly it fills me, that something-more-out-there, and how everything else pales by comparison. Once more there seems to shine through a tiny shaft of light, a crack through which we can reach that celestial dimension. But like always it is only an illusion; we are earthbound, tied to our bodies and to our ridiculous circumstances of the banal everyday. Connected only by dreamtime -- not to each other, but all at once to the mysterious farce in the abyss through some threads in our unconscious -- yet we are keenly aware of each other's presence. One day, we will reach again that fountain, and have a second chance.
...Contemplating those ancient figures from the Zhou Dynasty up on Quirinale -- an army of the dead -- moved me to tears and brought me to the realization that there is nothing more. That all there is is what we see in front of our eyes. It is only how deeply we choose to perceive it. There is nothering else out there, nothing invisible. The dreams are just a reflection...
For Rome's alcoholics, life is simple. It all boils down to obtaining a box of wine -- cheap and freely available at any supermarket. With a few extra coins, one can also grab a few slices of salami at the train station. With these precious items and a blanket on the floor, Trastevere Station's resident hobos can enjoy a fine morning trying in their own enigmatic way to drown out the heartbreak, pain and emptyness that we all find pooled up inside at the bottom of our souls each day. Whether they are more or less successful than those of us in fret to board the daily train nags at me as I bustle through, stopping off at the market to buy my: (i) bag of salad; and (ii) frozen pasta for office consumption. In the end, I imagine, the pain still eats at all of us, but it is those of us sitting warm and snuggly at our PCs reviewing the Annual Performance Report whose souls are truly devoured.
Loneliness can blanket you in this city of everyone and everything, even when you've got your own son tucked right inside you.
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