Wishing i knew more about architecture so i can bring its stories home – telling you i counted Ionic orders, Doric columns, pretended to hold up porticos in pictures and tumbled down a crepidoma (which i am standing on in this picture) into a ramshackle hypocaust, keystones, Byzantine arches, Gothic ornaments, waxing lyrical like a 8th century builder. It would be very good to understand, or would my head explode in rapture? Most of the time i am collecting memories of grandeur i fail to appropriate into mere words. I need you to see all that i have seen.
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