| | Yesterday, on an early evening walk down to the fries place on Flagey, I was sufficiently inattentive to stop by the Infopoint they discreetly set up in the corner across from Cafe Belga and get the real low-down on the plans they have for my homely building site. It is much worse than an ordinary ruse between language camps, and, had I not lost my head some time ago, I would have probably guessed the imminent tragedy when they started replacing the cobble stone with wannabe marble, which is already way too forward-thinking for my country girl's heart. In any case, the long-term plan is to turn the square into one of those ambitious urban art projects, carefully feng-shuied, oppressive in their over-controlled quest for balance and inner&outer peace (now!), and certainly harbouring the secret ambition of being visible from at least the moon. I hope it's just that I didn't get it, my mind at that point somewhere NE of Belgium, but anyway, what happened to a pinch of hazard? Chance? Anyone?
The night before there was music, a sax player who sounded as Coltrane may have had he not found God, but sex. Awakening suddenly acquired a decidedly new connotation. The friend I was with was ready to throw her bra at him, and that is a compliment supreme. I on the other hand was busy dodging the 193-195 people stepping on me from left and right. I need to see that place again when the sex in the air is less of a conclusion and more of an allusion. As all good things in life. Well, at least for starters. |
| | Posted 9/17/2007 11:16 PM - 62 Views - 4 eProps - 4 comments
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