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I'm crashing off of a whole line of expresso shots and two chasers of tea. I feel stable though, on the spiritual level. The depression has abated... I was able to break it while I was running on the caffiene high. It helped more than I can express to know that I'm never alone, even when I'm physically alone. I think the Lady knows that she means so much and helps so much, and I think that I help her in the same way. I'm always grateful to be able to turn to such a reliable and magnificent woman.
I finally grabbed her tacky souvenir, and I think it's completely adorable. Especially because she has as hard a time as I do drawing noses. Picked it up in the gift shop of the Borgahzei collection, where I went to see the Berninis and the Cav's. Apollo and Daphne was fantastic. It was actually much more impressive than The David for me. Maybe it's heterodoxy to say something like that, but I felt that the more human and intimate scale of the A&D was the difference. The David was so huge that it was divorced from the subject and the viewer. Besides, the texture work and intricate but uncomplicated transitional details of A&D were incredible. The spots where Daphne is in the middle of her shift into a tree were haunting. Besides, I probably could have gotten away with touching it if I'd really tried. There's something overwhelming about that. I'm a very tactile person, and I can translate the image of a texture into its intended feel. A&D 'tasted' right on my imagined touch.

I think my trip in Rome is effectively over. After dinner tonight, I head home very early tomorrow. I don't mind at all. I've been away from that delicious light of my life too long, and my feet ache for my ground, my places. The dirt here is old, and drenched in the hopes and sacraments of a hundred foreign paths. I look forward to returning... To tend my own garden, as Voltaire says. There's one big mangy rose bush in need of some care. I love you, Kat.