Around the Ides of March in 2020, it became clear that Rome would never be the same.
Every reading, conference, workshop, and music gig I had scheduled from April forward began to drop off the calendar, and I felt a strange mix of both thrill and fear at the prospect of being homebo.
One by one, the lights went out in the city of my career, and income.
The news turned ominous shades of fire, while emails and texts began to let me know I would not be traveling as much this year as I am used to.
Around the Ides of March in 2020, it became clear that Rome would never be the same