The last year has spun me around, and here I am, nearing the Ides of March 2014, sitting on a worn velvet couch in an old apartment on Via Udine, Rome. Weirdly enough, I am living here. Outside, spring light falls on walls of orange and yellow, shutters of green and blue, balconies full of […]

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