Febbraio
Is that how it’s spelt? I’m afraid that I’m starting to forget. I never wanted to forget. I swore I wouldn’t. I said I’d practice and study every day. I should have known the only thing I do every day is drink water… I think.
Time’s cruel. It robs you of your best memories. I remember what the Via Marmorata looked like and the coffee was great. But I can’t feel it anymore. And I think of a word and remember what it meant or how to spell it. But I don’t recall with terror what I was supposed to say to order a slice of pizza without getting the pity-filled, patient look from the man behind the counter. And I miss the amazing faces and the song in every voice.
I miss you, Roma. And damn it, I think I’m beginning to forget you.
And on another note, because I’m too lazy to start another post altogether, that picture of Bono below… I love. It’s so legendary, so mythic almost. It’s what– when U2’s no more– it’s how I’ll remember him, it’s in a nutshell what he was. You know Plato and his theory of the forms? That’s what that picture is to me. It’s the form, the perfection in another world, of Rock Star.
Posted on February 1st, 2005 under Life • 
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