Dream Big

Dream Big

Saturday, February 16, 2008

I don’t pout, I brood.

I broody broody mr. moody. I am Buck Mulligan and you are Stephen Daedalus. Not only do we possess these characteristics of active life and thoughtful recording, but we have recognized and acknowledged it and even come to Rome, a cradle of civilization to actualize the potential that has been instilled in us. We are the new American Dream- we are living out what people don’t yet understand about this generation; we are giving meaning to a life that MTV has failed to define. We’re putting the brilliant young ass-holes of the 21st century on the map.


No we are not. We are trying to find a bus that runs in this city at 4:30 am. We are drunk and spending other peoples money. We are foolish and with any other exchange rate would be overweight. We ate McDonalds this afternoon on the ruins of the Roman Forum. We are like the pigeons of St. Marks Piazza. Foolish birds clucking and concentrating solely on the food ix inches in front of their faces oblivious to the extrinstic beauty and worth around them- certainly never able understand any intrinsic value or meaning.