desperate overflows of energy as times move, away from the real world; sometimes things need to break for all to stop, as i spend a day bound to the ground not knowing what to do so watching the sun make his move across the sky, as every day, from here to there, watching us all back in our little prayers that we send each moment of calm. all fallen angels, the best minds of our generation destroyed by boredom, & mondays keep coming back too, & the world is too large to leave it just sitting out there - i need the road, and the space, and the skies above us unblinded by street lights but just sitting in peace & doom


in the end, we sat on the grass of champ de mars, the sun had just set, the orange-lit eiffel tower was sparkling in the background, and we had some baguette, st marcellin, millefeuille and goudale with us; and i said, life's decent
what are you talking about, he said, life's extraordinary