I've been using my little notebook to scribble most of my thoughts, especially when I'm wandering Rome alone, flanerizing or whatever.

This was written late last night on a bridge over the Tiber, leading from some Palazzio di Guistizia. It's bad.

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(I'm out here)
A thousand miles from my home
home
home
Home is now Rome
Rome
Rome
Roaming the city vias afterdark
Roaming charges on international phones
Roam Italy, some place to find myself displaced
Roam Italy, searching for a place to find myself as a displaced man.

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Also, this morning I put on a sleeveless shirt thinking it was going to help with the heat. It did, but for the morning, there was a thunderstorm. pwN3D~!!!