I can't for the life of me understand why --
given the depth of the infinite darkness
I see above me from this garret window as I
look out from my lamplit room at nighttime sky
Or downward from this mountainside hotel room
at the blackcold lake, the ancient city spread below
- small circles in a glow of mercury vapor - on an
ordinary evening of an ordinary day of ordinary gloom
-- Why you choose to wander the dark streets below,
choose to believe this is the be-all and end-all and
choose to choose this trattoria, that tavola calda -
and give no thought to the chiesa where you might go
To see a world in its festooned disguises, to see
what is beyond mercury and mountains and cities and me
Nick Hilton - Reflections 