my grandfather was born in san vito lo capo, sicily. this place is the closest place to paradise i've ever been. partly because i felt at home there. partly because of its proximity to the ocean. partly because of the incredible food and kind people and slow pace of life. anyway, in order to get there from palermo you have to go through a town called purgatorio. it's an aptly named place: ugly and dry and suspended between someplace worse and someplace substantially better. it feels like a place marker or a holding ground.
it feels very much like the space that i'm in now. it feels like i've been here forever and will be here forever. things get slightly better or slightly worse but never really change. i want so badly for it to be over, in whatever sense.
it feels very much like the space that i'm in now. it feels like i've been here forever and will be here forever. things get slightly better or slightly worse but never really change. i want so badly for it to be over, in whatever sense.