Just a tiny flash of light between now and then.
I've had a bit of Rome. Too many tourists in the touristy areas, not so many in the places where real people live real lives. Here's what I think of the city: it's beautiful like a stuffed owl. Ancient and majestic, but creepy and dead all the same. I cannot sense any life-filling energy. Where there's death, there shall be life. This place cannot give me the spirit to stay alive.