Long Read
rome – where cobblestones whisper secrets. i didn’t sleep last night.
rain tapped the window like a nervous pianist. 14.97c, that kind of weather that clings to your skin without stealing your breath. felt like 14.27c when i inhaled the thick humid air, smelled tramways and old stone. woke up here yesterday in a hostel lobby that felt like a startup TED Talk. free espresso, slower wifi. tried meditating. failed. opened a notebook. fried eggs on a portable cooker. neighbors: if you get restless, rome’s a short drive away. heard from a bartender that the gelato stand near piazza navona sells stracciatella twists with ebony shavings. sounds gross. might try it.