Dream Big
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
Saturday, February 16, 2008
I don’t pout, I brood.
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.