Augusteum.. it’s one of the quietest and loneliest place in Rome.it feels like a precious wound.like a heartbreak you won’t let go off because it hurts too good. Settled for living in misery. Because we’re afraid of change, of things crumbling to ruins.
The chaos endured at Augusteum..the way it’s been adapted,burned, pillaged,then found itself back up again and I was reassured ruin is a gift..ruin is the road to transformation..
Augusteum showed me that we must always be prepared for endless waves of transformation...
~edited version of Liz's letter to David (eat,pray,love)
inspiring, rite? (',~) <3
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