for Amy the streets I miss the concrete jungle! the old town the Northern Quarter the walk along the canals the brief time we went running the august sun the happiness
Sat on the hilltop at the Sacre Coeur Looking down at the city Walking in the Fifth lost in the hustling crowd rats in the sewer My open window the flood of a violin
I came to this late still late from all the past nuances of imagination, of self-creation - seems like I've been this and that thing a distraction, but always interesting nonetheless -
