Catacombi

Right after a guided tour through Catacombe di San Callisto I sat down in the Roman summer and pour down the feelings of the place.

Were he to look elsewhere his gaze would graze the future. Distilled from an adventure as a fan, but not a participant and hardly the explorer. Places existed with or without him. He lacked the knack for making a place the place - his place. Footprints faded out quicker than he would have liked. In his tender heart he meant to make a difference, he meant for those around to see. Each morning he looked at the same spot.