Promise me you will not forget Portofino. Promise me you will find the trompe l'oeil on the bedroom walls at the Splendido. The walls make a scene you cannot enter. Perhaps then you will comprehend this longing for permanence I often mentioned to you. Across the harbor? A yellow church. A cliff. Promise me you will witness the day diminish. And when the roofs darken, when the stars drift until they shatter on the sea's finish, you will know what I told you is true when I said abandonment is beautiful.