24 August 1778
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24 August 1977
On our way to San Gimignano. On the bus Pron started to explain why we're going very loudly. A few people were turning around wondering who the fuck is back there giving a guided tour. Of course none of us were looking at him because we would be looking like little kids listening to what teacher had to say.
I have liked neither Siena or San Gimignano. I don't see how people can live in those towns. They seem old and out of everything. Except for the fact that they have TV. It seems so totally out of context. The whole town seems out of context in today's world. The feeling of stunted growth is very much felt. The only growth they have is cheap, touristy and sloppy. The horrible shadow of what once was disturbs me a lot. I can't really put my finger on it though. I think (though not sure) that it has to do with their lack of response to almost everything. Like who decided or how was the decision made to know when to stop. Did the world get to big for them? (Probably)
These towns put a heavy question on any idea of existence. Is everything really relative? Then how do I fit in when I am there?
We sat out in the fields at lunch. Everyone raved about it being utterly beautiful which ruined the whole experience.
24 August 2022
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