"Half of what I say is meaningless...I say it so that the other half reaches you."
- Khalil Gibran
Monday, December 20, 2004
Constricted francophile byways. The barren sea, the sodium winds of its womb, a dilapidated jetty holding on to hope. Walking within. Jaundiced bars of bonhomie - some canopied, some celestial. Apparitions, renegades, saints and the adolescent moon. Long shadows and dark skins.