My eyes have been searching for a place to call home. I have been to Rome and have done what the Romans do. I have failed to win a place amongst the ranks of caesars. I have felt the harrowing escapism of not being at home.
I sit inside the colosseum and work in the communes. I look for a place to reside, as I sway through. I curse and beat myself up for not being homely. I walk in the darkest alleys calling it my home.
I said bought the elephantine houses. I said that I played with the kings, though I only washed their feet. I did not feel at home.