No, it was sad.
The shops were sad, but those can be rebuilt far more easily. They weren’t unique. The tragedy with the yellow vests was that they vandalized the Arc du Triomphe. Then I myself lost faith in the yellow vests.
Lot of sad things. The thing about sadness is that, more than any other emotion, it takes something from you. Or perhaps it is just the acceptance that something has already been taken from you.
The face of the people as they looked on at Notre Dame burning was not o la la. It was how I felt.
Perhaps Foucault was right, we are all prisoners in this world. I don’t know. But, you know. The unforgiving minute. Gotta fill it.
Stay sharp, beware of those rural go-backers as they are filled with neo nazis. Not that they are any like threat to society, if they want to go to farms and become farmer crumodgeons, fascists have been doing that for millenia without hurting anyone. More for your mental health, I mean.
Paris lives. Cosmopolitanism lives. It is just a little asleep. The question used to be how to make Europe Europe. Now the question is how to overcome Europe. For Europe’s sake no less than the new Cosmopolite. Do you know who they are? They like green Gucci suits.
Take care.
Fucking sadness. That bitch is propably more self righteous than any of the others. Which is why people like to make fun of sad people.
Maybe I’ll become a farmer crumodgeon too. Enjoy the sun and the braying of donkeys. A hammock under a wodden frame holding up a tin roof. Watered down coffee that went cold as you filtered it. Infinity to stare at and own.