Zoe Hillenmeyer

Arrived in Italy, and so far have been pushed, pulled and relaxed.
Assortments of thoughts keep entering my mind, and like spaces; some stick
around, and some pass by and are washed into the abyss of all the things I
have thoughts or have been. Have seen or have said; most pieces of space
seem to be aligning with the thoughts that coincide with my days. We talk
about interconnectivity, we talk about Renaissance, we talk about E.O.
Wilson and his Ants, about Fairfeild Iowa and yoga flying; about DaVinci
and about gastronomy. We talk about politics less, and people more: about
weight less, and food more. Some things seem exactly the same, most things
have very small differences, and those are the things I notice. I miss the
green of land. I try to spend as much time as possible up in the hills. I
think it will increase, not decrease as time goes on. There is peace here,
it just takes some searching to find it. I like to be alone in the city
and in the hills; and with company for meals and wine. We'll see, just
where we get to - Just where I end up being.

Zoe

My photos:
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let's hope this puppy works: I'm not going to lie, I sort of doubt the
whole thing.