Journal 4, Entry 2- Image Junkyard: "Bed and Breakfast Astrology"

We were at a bed and breakfast in Bologna. It was next to a doctor who specialized in mental malities. The landlady was covered in moles and had a Spanish accent. She was taking down my passport information. She saw that my  orthodoxy was August 24 (the same day Vesuvius ash-coated by the way) and she told me that hers was the 22. She asked me if I were a virgin or a lion. I thought she was asking something more intimate than my astrology.