Pompei and Napoli

Why is there always a child crying? Bones come straight to command. Sitting in a park in Napoli, intermittently shooing away flies under a tree. Aurora is next to me. Hey you. I am happy. Hungry waiting for a pizza place. In front of me is evan and luke, each sitting under a tree of their own choice. Walked 2 miles from the train station through the city, along the water. Quite a dirty, polluted city. Lack of infrastructure to clean. I thought the mafia were experts in “waste management”. The streets are lined with trash and old architecture. Clothing lines hanging, connecting each window. It's a Sunday. It's sunny. A little overcast. The pigeons are happy. Urban dwellers. Kids play on a jungle gym to my right, covered in graffiti. Aurora does a cart wheel. An interesting place. I feel as though it prospered in another time. Now it awaits to be reclaimed. Perhaps by the trash, crying children, or the flies. Pompei was interesting as well. Witnessing the ruins was unreal. Such old architecture and thoughtful city planning, well preserved. Excavation. Saw the people frozen in time under ash. Maintaining their position for almost 2000 years. Walking down the main street. Hard to imagine myself there, back in time. Penis sculptures are prevalent, along with sculptures of hermaphrodites. They got down differently. Beautiful scenery, food growing in the city, sex, everything you need under such a vast sun. then the eruption of Vesuvius. Life changes. You freeze, just to become a tourist attraction for the eyes of many. Somethings gotta give. Hiked Vesuvius and saw the crater. So much power and chaos created by natural forces. For now, to the pizza place I must go.