Rome is a buttered toast in free fall on the ground.
You may plan to clean up the crumbs, to throw everything in the bin and to find a new one to munch on.
You can be angered by delayed or cancelled trains, irritated by the stifling heat soffocating you with a sort of human tenderness.
Drops of rain swallowing us up, city car horns in a pure traffic madness.
You can still hope the toast falls on the crunchy side thus protecting the floor.
You can choose to imagine the freshness of jam: tasty and giving you that adrenaline rush.
You can find shelter in the city’s sunsets, sharing a typical italian focaccia in the timeless decadent charm of Trastevere in its neverending summer vibes.
You can choose to use your camera ‘till it bleeds, slave to a city with an incomparable spell and strained by its overwhelming beauty.
Life depends on how you look at it.

 

Rome is a buttered toast in free fall on the ground.