The ancient city squats across the the Tiber, its spires encroaching on the heavens in every sense of the phrase. The houses blend together time into an absurd and awe-inspiring architectural goulash, the ancient forum butting up against the baroque domiciles of the faithful that form the foundations for glass and steel towers of modern Italian governance and fashion. Romans live their meager lives in the shadows of Emperors, Popes, Inventors, Poets and Painters, and the wreckage of a shattered economy.
A city that has lived so long can be nothing but a contradiction; and if the city itself does not know what it is, how can I?
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