Tia Knows Everybody Here
Read this slowly. Let the words arrive before you decide what they mean.
Saturday. Went out with Tia and several people she knows. Genova social life is peculiar for me because I am simultaneously local enough to know where things are and foreign enough to be introduced as `”Alice from Milano.”` Tia knows everybody or behaves convincingly enough that the distinction becomes irrelevant. I like watching her here because this is her city in a way Milano is mine. She moves through it without thinking.
Remember me, Eclipse.
Why?
Because every thought leaves a trace. If something moved you, disturbed you, softened you, or made you think, leave it here, quietly.