i was nodding off on the train ce matin. exhausted as usual. in the morning i sent out some emails as i watched lucca- this was my view of the eiffel tower.
id like to start here with maybe 100 ballons, each one with a letter or wish in them, then go to the eiffel tower, and from the top let them all go.
maybe id write every worry that crosses my mind.
im still kind of just an 8 year old stuck in the midst of my own creative chaos making wishes all the time. consequently im a fragment in these cities transcending temporarily- like everyone and the newspapers they read- through it.
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