33. the floor of cafe du nord
is cold and smooth and dirtier than meets the eye like any other floor of a basement. and i sat on it, the first to start the movement of a crowd, each person around us sitting down also, one by one. it doesn't take too much to start a movement.
and you know what it feels like to start a movement? smug. and left wanting, needing more. now i want to feel recognized for being the leader of this movement.
we're all just swimming along a spiral in a soup.
wanduffle