"Only Connect" famously punctuates Howard's End. Speaking of connection and the unending culture wars E.M. Forster is about as popular as T.S. Eliot on college English syllabi. Imagine Max Von Sydow playing chess with Death on his way home from the latest strain of Covid as mobs of students attack the Cannon! Now toss your empty bucket of popcorn in the trash as you depart the lost art houses of yesteryear. You're standing in the middle of the Piazza di San Cosimato in Trastevere, facing the empty stalls of the weekend market (it's Monday btw). And your head is swimming with connectivity. Jasmine and Joia who man the espresso bar on Glorioso recognize you. "Bongiorno Francesco!" The guys who make that amazing pizza with puntarrelle and anchovies recognize the guy from "Manhattan" and you're even an item that's not a grocery at the PAM on Carini. Is the world your oyster? Or are you in Rome having had one too many--espressos that is?
read "Rome Journal: An Oasis For Depressives" by Francis Levy, HuffPost
and listen to "Land of a Thousand Dances" by Wilson Pickett
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