What sounds better to you, Napoli or Naples? For me Napoli just rolls off the tongue better. Naples sounds so… American. I woke up at 4AM every morning while here and walked a mile or more down to the coastline just so I could get some shots of the sun rising over the city. I had a lot of fun shooting and editing this video. I hope you enjoy it!
Napoli, Italy 🇮🇹
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The sacred geometry
I’m told to write my story. Writing my story.... It really does come down to where you want to begin. I should leave out the boring stuff because it’s boring. I probably should include the crazy stuff because it’s true. And weird, true things, in retrospect, led down the most interesting path. I was standing in the middle of the road on Muswell Hill. This genteel urban village of Muswell Hill centres on the Broadway, lined with delis, fashion boutiques, chic cafes, and international restaurants. I’d just left the bar and said goodbye to friends. The song half the world away by oasis played through an old speaker. I stood by the entry way until I could hear it through completion, singing along in a desperate tone. The busy road that is bustling by day was empty. I looked up and wondered if I could fly. I didn’t need to fly through the sky like Superman but maybe just to levitate enough where my legs could take a break. My dreams kept having me fly through the sky with grand sweeping motions of energy, up and down, I was 20 years old and realized from a conversation with an old lady at the church bar early that evening that life is far bigger than I’d previously imagined. She went on telling me about her life and I knew she needed an ear to listen. I was happy to oblige. I learned that day, quite convincingly that a world outside of my conscious awareness existed. As she went on about her years of heartbreak and loneliness, I felt like I was seeing something for the first time. I wondered aloud how many of these rules life has put in place are real. Can we not fly? How to vibrate to the extent that I can walk on water. Each step off the edge has led in my sinking. “How to walk on water” by Dick Gmitro appeared in the sky. I like me writer name this way. It wasn’t really appearing of course, it just appeared in my head and I projected a fictional version through stenciled clouds. It sounded good to me. I needed to read this book and it didn’t exist. My sequel is “How to Fly.” The telling tell all is coming soon.