The women outside. The beats along with the river and the life of it. Wheeled carts and baci ball. “Qua?” a woman asks her friend in a wonderful french accent. The river keepss the people who sit next, in their green and white striped lawn charis, relaxed in the afternoon easy sun. I am finlayy at some desitation and now I am enjoying the ool breeze after a cafe with an almond crossaint. I’ve got my polaroid here and along some time there will be 12 singles that I will carry around with me until i retunr. there is also all the rest of the pohotography. I will stop into a party my friend is having tonight for photography. Everyone Smokes.
It took me three hours to get out of the airport.
I am not sure why I am here. I know I am here to go to OFFF. I also think Maybe to slow down. An expensive slow down.
There are days that go by and the knowledge of me yesterday slow flyes and i konw that there sis something around the next corner like a n eimmigrant that konws the next dollar, like a baby withotu a father, like a country i am just getting used to.
Do you, I think I do why did you propose to me like you do. Stripes and a high. Red tea pot and a knowledge of a thought.
Striped lines of walkability. Paris is free, looking for Germans in the history books.
The scene around me tells a story that I rather just live and not document.