Yes, the subtitle is “The Boney King of Nowhere”, though it is neglected on the streaming services. I know because I once had the promo CD.

Once? I gave it away, that’s what. Because love, and life is nothing if not a practice of stripping away our accretions, the knick-knack paddywacks, the monkey body, to leave only ephemeral memories of experiences and love. And in the end, just love. Because love.

And I spelled Boney correctly, too. Go ahead, check.

I’m kind of cranky and sassy this evening. Cranky. Sassy. What great words. It’s because I’m tired but I’m also excited about tomorrow’s post. Gotta sleep. Later. . .

Rome, Tomb of Hadrian, Centro. January + December 2022