Art, in all the wrong places

A reluctant tourist's stream-of-consciousness spirals through Rome's sun-drenched Giardino degli Aranci: acrobatic jets overhead dredge up a grim German tragedy, an off-key Elvis crooner grates, heels sink into pebbles, and a too-polite, too-short suitor fails to impress—or even buy a prosecco. From bored sighs to bladder panic, one woman's hilariously miserable June day begs the question: why didn't she stay home?

What is Art, in all the wrong places?

Characters who can't always be trusted. Because they often don't see the difference between sound and noise, between countryside and abandoned building, between fiction and reality.
I explore sound, speak languages and talk to strangers. This is my work.
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I wonder whether the fact that he is taking me to the Giardino degli Aranci has any meaning.

I mean, there are so many other places that he could have taken me in June.
In Rome.
With such a spectacular weather.

Shall I tell him that I don’t like acrobatic flights? It always reminds me of that time in Germany when two acrobatic pilots crushed into the crowd killing over sixty people.

Hey, weren’t they the same Frecce Tricolori that are flying over my head now?!? Jesus…

Yeah, that’s what was missing, a terrible rendition of Elvis, as if the rest of the day weren’t already terrible enough.

Oh well, at least we are not the only tourists here today.

At lease someone else is laughing and having fun. Unlike me.

Will he at least offer me something to drink? A coffee? A prosecco? Anything?

When he called me yesterday I didn’t realise that he was going to take me here. Not sure what I was thinking, or hoping.

I mean, he isn’t even my type. Too short. And way too polite. I think I prefer bad boys. Kind of.

I’m getting a bit tired. I shouldn’t have worn heels. Pebbles are a killer for heels.

I’m getting bored. I wish he would do something. Anything.

Uff, here they come again, the stupid Freccie Tricolori – does he really belive that this is the way to charm a lady?

Great, now I feel like peeing. Ah! Should have stayed home.

I swear that unless he does something. Anything. I scream.