July 7 I come in out of the heat. The beggar who called me Professore seems to know me now, doesn’t bother begging, only mumbles something out of habit. I run holy water through my hair. Oops. Oh well. Four people there, the chapel already lit. A father talks to his daughter about the CRUCIFIXION. She knows she’s seeing something marvelous. One day, hopefully, her father will be an old man, dying. What else matters but that they once stood here, his arm around her shoulder, looking? Zuckerberg wants to build a metaverse so we can sit alone and walk around virtually together, talk to one another’s avatars. What a dumbass. What a pathetic, miserable, groveling creature. All the idiocy about Zuckerberg and Musk fighting in a cage match? How about we put him in a cage with Caravaggio?
The Cerasi Chapel (July 7)
The Cerasi Chapel (July 7)
The Cerasi Chapel (July 7)
July 7 I come in out of the heat. The beggar who called me Professore seems to know me now, doesn’t bother begging, only mumbles something out of habit. I run holy water through my hair. Oops. Oh well. Four people there, the chapel already lit. A father talks to his daughter about the CRUCIFIXION. She knows she’s seeing something marvelous. One day, hopefully, her father will be an old man, dying. What else matters but that they once stood here, his arm around her shoulder, looking? Zuckerberg wants to build a metaverse so we can sit alone and walk around virtually together, talk to one another’s avatars. What a dumbass. What a pathetic, miserable, groveling creature. All the idiocy about Zuckerberg and Musk fighting in a cage match? How about we put him in a cage with Caravaggio?