Month: April 2015

I saw the notable woman Antonia, a wife of a senator, in the streets today. Word had gotten around that her aunt had died and it was clear that she had been crying recently. I had always  had a bit of a grudge against the senatorial class, with all their arrogance and pompousness, but I…

When orators speak of the glory of Rome, I sometimes feel as though they forget to mention plight of the lesser members of the empires. Us of the Proletarius class lead far from glamorous lives, as you probably can tell from my previous journal entries. Well, as time goes by my family’s situation worsens even still. Following…

Why is it that us Proletarius, already subject to poverty, and the unhygienic conditions which accompany it, are always victim to ravages of disease and death? My dear younger sister, Cassia, so young and so beautiful, has been taken away from us. She was taken from us at the very eve of autumn, a time when…