Seems I’ve been having as many adventures on foot as I do the Vespa scooter. Night and day. Same with writing which more and more seems to happen after sundown. Thoughts at midnight and beyond. Circumstance and the ebb and flow of life are too blame. My job is to follow along as necessary. I believe in ritual. Have always been attracted to schedules and natural rhythms but am mature enough now to seem them for the necessarily selfish actions they require to maintain. Three meals a day, in bed by ten, up at 5:30. If riding the Vespa has taught me anything it’s that I’m not a machine.
If I were, I’d be broken.Continue Reading