Bologna, Milan │27 February 2018

It dredges the spirit.

Takes the precious sediments of feeling and removes them from the shell of wondering.

This is the beginning of lost enchantments.

The ellipsis of being in dismal places.

You fend off the monotony with the enigmatic sparkle of beer.

But the enigma never lasts through conditions of superficial inducement.

We begin to surf the wave of the dread that sweeps across the European landmass.

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Bologna │26 February 2018

The sky is a contemplation of miseries.

Italy comes to a standstill.

It cannot reconcile the conspiracies of ice with the ultra-modern transport systems.

Nature is able to destroy the contexts for engineering.

The delimitations of natural forces are forever temporary exertions of the human ego.

Nature remains the supreme arbiter.