Woke up with Dmitri.
After breakfast, the ruins of Rome.
Post lunch, the Colosseum.
(Roman sport, man wrestles beast.
Dinner with Francois and Yetta.
Conversation: life, love, philosophy, culture.
Antipasti, Primi, Vini Rossi.
Is there a meaning to life?
Secondi, Dolci, Vini Rossi.
Is meaning absolute, relative or imagined?
It’s been a long day.
And I am thankful for a lovely Easter.
(But being neither catholic nor christian
who or what could I thank?). And why?
Twilight. Head on pillow.