8 Aug 2022

Riding up the mountain, erect, shapes, shadows. The sun is so hot; the water, so salty sweet. The city and I are companions, we don’t know each other, I barely speak a word, I barely breathe on the hill. I try the ravioli, try to order the espresso, try to say please and thank you, you, you.

Four stories of a sand-colored building are shown, half in shadow with balconies, half in light with turquoise window shades. A zigzag cuts down the middle.

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