St. Vito’s, the oldest church on the island. I was in there the other day, meditating, trying to bring myself out of a particularly dark mood. I thought of Johan August Strindberg’s comment: “When they say Christ descended into Hell, they mean that he descended to earth, this penitentiary, this madhouse and morgue of a world.”
I know these morbid moods pass. But in the depths of one it seems permanent.