oftentimes I hear voices talking to me, ghosts of the past and they say
"now why must you be so strange?"
"why must you be so insistent?"
I have strange habits of walking and counting, stepping and dancing to tuns that are not playing in my ear.
and I pronounce bagel baaaghel and not beigel and pasta paasta and not peysta. I feel like I am surrounded by idiots, i feel surrounded by people who i have no interest in whatsover.
i wonder about underground metros because i love a good metro and i miss the orange tiles, the strange lean on seats, the strangeness that is paris and that I am such a willing participant in.