Life is a closed door and nothing matters to me. It’s all routine. It’s all surface. It’s theatrical makeup. Not even the feelings are real. There’s no point to me except to be an eye for awhile.
So be it.
We’ll always have Rome.
Yes, even when I’m having an existential crisis I still “feel” moody… But no, no, no… I haven’t lost my passion for Rome or for life… – sometimes I just get in pretty nihilistic moods.