Ardent Francophile, regretful lawyer, reasonable golfer, terrible skier, shy writer. Great admirer of Albert Camus, whose philosophy is probably best summed up as follows (strangely enough) by the great David Bowie.
I’m not a prophet
or a stone age man
Just a mortal
with the potential of a superman
I’m living on
I’m tethered to the logic
of Homo Sapien
Can’t take my eyes
from the great salvation
Of bullshit faith
David Bowie, Quicksand
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Trees denuded by the season hunched their shoulders, stared disconsolately at the sodden streets and yearned for spring.
Through the slits in the drapes, a disinterested Paris sent the soft, orange light of a freezing Christmas Eve.
Just as well he liked the rain, for Paris offered plenty of it in November. It was a curious thing, early winter’s rain. In lieu of the fat drops sent by the summer humidity to deplete themselves ag…
Today, no passengers waited for the train to Paris and the only occupants of the salle d’attente were bits of old newspaper swept about the floor by the cold breeze.
Those touched by the horrible truth of their mediocrity fall into three categories.
Maybe I could arrange them in my journal and then go in search for them each day like I’m in some bizarre existentialist treasure hunt?