imagine the tip of an iceberg.

that tip of an iceberg would be a speck

of a microcell

of a piece of dust

on a piece of fuzz

on a needle

in a neverending haystack

that I just spent eleven days learning.

un

fathomable.

I find myself lost.

what a lovely paradox to be.

I have been in Italy for six days and a few hours.

It smells sweeter here.

and the people are more beautiful.

and the language is unfathomable.

eleesabetta

there is nothing.

that isn't beautiful in this country.

ill stowaway here.

took a photo of a man on a bicycle.

this place has stolen my heart.

its exhausting living in wonderland while everyone else is in the real world.

pass the sugar please.