“If we had 3 million exhibitionists and only one voyeur, nobody could make any money.”
Albert Brooks
With relics of a Christian upbringing and a certain evanescent guilt, the boredom commuter that I am was getting into the daily routine. So I spent my time finding signs to give myself new meaning.
One day, passing through the Gare du Nord, a desire for quick sex met an angel for a shady story.
In this moment of indecisive grace, it’s no wonder I missed the focus so much I had to choose which of the two would win.
Then, saddened and alone, two euros and a tissue less, I had missed my connection and the focus as well.
Bruno D’ALIMONTE 2020/08