I'm up to my eyeballs in final exam preparation, and this explains the recent deficit in updates. I haven't had any time for socializing or exploring, much less blogging. Some days I don't even go outside. Come to think I think of it, I can't even recall the last time I brushed my teeth. Creative spirit abandoned. The point is, I could be anywhere in the world right now and I wouldn't even notice the difference- I've got an appetite for myopia and all I see are permutations of multi-syllabic, latin-rooted words printed in far-too-small font on a far-too-large page. (If I'm lucky, there's also a graph which, although seldom makes any sense, really suffices to space out all those unintelligible sentences.)
But where there's desperation, there's hope.
Yesterday, while cruising around my apartment (trolling for food in any random crevice), I paid attention to a few snapshots of my currently bitter existence- snapshots that served to remind me that I actually live in Italy and that there is actually a little warmth left in my soul.
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| homemade bread wrapped in iconic red and white |
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| breadsticks or grissini |
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| heirlooms and romas, straight off the vine |
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| homegrown fruit: plums, peaches, pears, and apricots |
Now back to the benzos...
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