In Rome.
Hate Rome.
Hate.
Hatehatehatehatehate.
Eating someone else's beef jerky, and having thoughts about the usefulness of activism as it pertains to the single-minded pursuit of The Real and whether "the news" has anything at all to do with The Real.
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Last time I was in Rome, I grew tired of it after one day. So the following two days I escaped to Norcia and Castel Gandolfo* respectively. May your stay be brief!
* I loved the bronze frieze of Pope Benedict XVI on the doors of the church in Castel Gandolfo. A wonderful respite from the Francis-mania I saw in Rome!
The difficulty with Francismania is that it is centered more on an idea than a person.
I've seen this a lot in the modern world; people create a phantasm in their brains, a kind of puppet, and equip it with the appearance of their latest crush, and then make it dance to their preferences. The more I learn about the real man, the more this phenomenon disturbs me.
Give up Fantasy. Only the Real counts.
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