Tonight I got drunk in a cave.
Well, I guess I got drunk before I got to the cave. But things didn’t exactly get better underground.
Tonight I got drunk in a cave.
Well, I guess I got drunk before I got to the cave. But things didn’t exactly get better underground.
Being drunk in a cave is not uncommon in Paris, I’ve come to experience. Though speaking Spanish to Columbians in a cave in France still feels a bit exceptional, to this kid from Arizona.
I walked home at 5am, from Le Marais to my apartment in the sixth arrondissement, listening to a song called 北方的北方. That must be new.
Have you ever been in love from the other side of the planet? Maybe that is less rare.
Tomorrow I will get on a train to Lyon by myself. I will eat a dinner few will ever eat. What time will it be where you are?
