Letter to Our Girlfriend Venice.
Sweetheart,
I never meant to cause you any sorrow. I never meant to cause you any pain.
I know you suffer and weep.
Your feet of clay, soul of wood and shell of bricks are too frail.
There are days you surely regret being famous; seeing titans of iron intruding; hearing the uproar of murky idioms, seeing fortresses of clashing shapes expand around you. Macs and Cokes came in too, disrespectfully; the people of Art flooded, confusingly; huge layers of idiocy were put on top of you.
Too much for an oldie. Too much weight for a skinny grandma.
I want to apologize to you for all the wounds.
I… we would have never caused you any sorrow. We would have never caused you any pain.
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I wish we could tell you how sorry we are. I want us to apologize for all we did.
But we did want to hurt you.
That’s our nature. We always hurt. No matter what or whom.
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We have dyed your waters with grime; washed our engines, spewed garbage, poisoned you with nonsense.
But no one seems to be worried. No one feels ashamed. I do, though.
I hope you will understand. Hope you will forgive. I love you!
Hope we all love you! Me and the others…
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