WWDG

What would the Doge do?

Is that the lesson of this trip, to knock the Twitter concern down and move on?  Surely.  We rise and we fall, the wife of Bath called things out and there will be an ebb/glow, and human history should be seen in a Hari Seldon/Dr. Who voice, rather than a Trumpian one.  I would love to understand their psyche, these people, but would it yield anything of import?  Or just reflect a sign of vast difference.  Which existed for Lear, Hamilton, everyone.  There is a need for villains.  Do they know it?  That’s the question.  Do they know it.  Why can’t they sense the shame of it.  Edmund, why?  Regan, why?  Heh.

Quite the few hours today.  Like a dream, truly.  The cuddler strikes again.  The mini-chalet the winningest of moves that will take so long to tell, if ever.  The photo to the to the breaking of boards.  What a memory, as Nick would laugh.  The best.   Worth all the waiting, before and after.

And now Pantsdrunk in Venice, watching the last Crusade over bottles of vino in an apartment that makes the Ahab dream come alive in the realest of ways.  Should take the rest of the bottle to the back streets to finish.  Before the repair job at the “real” Rialto manana.  Oh McMahon- do not change.   Just get better at the writing/doing....

‘‘Tis 11:30.  Put your jeans on, there is time enough.  Life is a wonder.  If there wasn’t such a city it should need be invented.  So of course it is thousands of years old...