Number three of thirty, still here.

Updated: Sep 30, 2020

Mon 28 September 2020, 8:10 pm

After a swim in the Tyrrhenian Sea recently I discovered a new floater in my right eye, certain of impeding death, and upon googling learned that were I to have accompanying symptoms, since forgotten, I should be dead in three days time if left unattended. I took the risk.

My diagnosis is this Dr. Holmes, pressure from diving near rocks in search of see-through fish with a nine year old girl who was not allowed to get her head wet, per mama; I corrupted her, handing her my googles. Sin follows sin. I mean my god, she only had a headache earlier in the day, said she. Come to find out the little imp suffers from sinus troubles and being a fellow sufferer, her mama was right.


Poor thing got such a talking down. I did apologise.


It's still raining in Naples and there's not a damn thing I can do about it but dress appropriately and carry an umbrella.


A few evenings ago feeling restless I walked.

Moving through Galleria Umberto I saw a couple bring their bedding-belongings and set up camp in a corner. And while the woman undressed the man held up a sheet for her modesty. This, above the dance/gay club I wondered into a floor below with heaving statues of male nudity. Galleria Umberto is one of the most beautiful and iconic posts in Naples, where crowds come to take selfies. Each corner holds, and between pillars, sleeping humans with no roof for their heads.

"Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine."-Mary Oliver


Be on the look for my Handbook for Hosts,

A simple guide for Airbnb hodge-podgers, who invert slap-dash pseudo-style in lieu of perfectly good sense, tasteful decor and organization.

"Never have I seen so much I do not want." -Socrates

Stiff-neck hosts can learn simple equations meant to put your terrified guest at ease, i.e., show them a room immediately, offer a beverage after a long journey, provide hot water for baths, and when your guest arrives at the breakfast table, offer coffee, tea or bread and jam as you devour yours.


I'm not bitter.

Until tomorrow

Yours truly.

Sidebar: I never feel a need to splash water on my face as I see characters do in movies