life, inconspicuous

Paris 11ème, février 2024

Reached for it, but turns out they don’t like it when you try to get a hold of them.

Dumbest place to hide, man.

Late spring shows you the darnedest things.

star sail by the verve, and your own intractable gloom

I was an idea, with eyeballs consumed by the sea.

“Think about it. Removed from us by a millennium, someone else was also fascinated by this view here.”

“They took off early, almost in a hurry. No, I mean the sun.”

“Maybe they’re as afraid as I am?”

“Did I tell you about the time the moon blew me off and went up on the night sky instead?”

“It’s only a sunset; like the one before and the one after.”