It’s time. Venice, Milan, Talassio. I have a growing list and I am already preparing to grovel at the Maritime Museum in Venice for some inside access.
This project is, hands down, the strangest thing that’s ever happened to me. I constantly feel both blessed and stymied, schizophrenic and divinely clear, overwhelmed and in control, productive and frustrated. I can feel like I am writing the greatest work of my life to date in one moment, and utter dreck the next. And I have been like this for 2+ years now.
This morning, I was pricing flights and I thought to myself, if this fails I won’t be able to look anyone in the eye, least of all myself. And then I thought, but it’s already happening; the real failure would have been if I just threw out those first three months of work, or shoved it in a drawer. All this is already gravy.
Now I just have to hold on to the latter, and look myself in the eye each morning.
Italy, here we come.