The house of all the gods.

I gazed up at the oculus while families and lovers whipped me around as they snapped their self-portraits, and soon I was dizzy and stupid with tears in my eyes because I could not begin to comprehend how such a dome was constructed back in the year 120, and I mourned because such a sublime thing would never be built again. We no longer build to humble our pride.

Self-portrait in front of the Pantheon ’round midnight.‬

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