Postcards from Sicily: Granita, Gentrification and the Gay Monks of Catania

Temporarily logged off, spiritually rehydrated, and still deeply suspicious of empire—ancient or modern.

It’s Wednesday.

I’ve been off the Twitter since Saturday and, remarkably, my blood pressure now sits somewhere just above “herbal tea” and just below “pleasantly disinterested by NATO policy.” I’ve been blissfully disconnected from the endless scroll of American carnage and British constitutional foreplay.

My guess, without checking, is that US politics r…