VIRGIL’S ETIQUETTE

At night the hostel seemed in the middle of nowhere, casually resting against the façade of crumbling Neapolitan cliffs.  As dawn broke I saw visions of stray cats, overflowing dumpsters, scaffolding to abandoned discotheques.  I endured almost three minutes of these images before I arrived at the gate to Virgil’s tomb… Advertisements Continue reading VIRGIL’S ETIQUETTE