"A man walks down the street, it's a street in a strange world, maybe it's the Third World, maybe it's his first time around. Doesn't speak the language, he holds no currency. He is a foreign man, he is surrounded by the sound, the sound of cattle in the marketplace, scatterings and orphanages. He looks around, around, he sees angels in the architecture spinning in infinity. He says 'Hey, hallelujah.'"-Paul Simon
Friday, September 12, 2008
In some secluded rendezvous...
There’s a little café just down the block from the school... further comment would be not only superfluous but inevitably, knowing me, indecent.
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