Bliss in Perugia

I am sitting with my back to a floorlength open window listening to the cd of Gnu Quartet, a performance we stumbled upon last night in the city center that does instrumental covers of pop songs. I am reading the book of theory that I took for granted even though I had no idea it existed. Chela Sandoval in Methodology of the Oppressed argues that the "survival skills, theories, methods, and the utopian visions" of U.S. third world feminists are "not just useful but imperactive to all citizen-subjects." I am learning how to taste coffee. A quick lunch was prosciutto and provelone on toast. I went for a walk to get gelatto with my best friend from when I was three. I am sitting in front of an architects library of anarchy, futurism, and socialism. This is the town I spent three weeks in at age 11 and have been dreaming of returning to for near enough two and a half decades. Tonight, we are going to check out the demonstration organized in conjunction with the demonstrations occuring this weekend across European cities to demand economic change.