October 19, 2006
The Seventeenth Dream: The house covers an entire city block like a flower. I am trying to explain to my second wife, Terry, why we cannot buy it. True, it is gorgeous, a generous ruin. Her eyes are glazed with an holy emotion that I can almost understand. We are in the rotunda. Fantastic gilt frescos cover the walls. Most of the roof is missing. I can see treetops leaning over the space where the roof used to be. I'm sitting in the floor, leaning against a moldy wall, wondering how much longer this floor will hold me.