Too late to invent Modigliani
or write the Les Berceaux,
Mr Honk settled for vignettes
on the inherent insettleabilititude
of a whim: Isn’t that what
the intentionally blank pages
are for?
More words to ponder at maciejmodzelewski.com
Too late to invent Modigliani
or write the Les Berceaux,
Mr Honk settled for vignettes
on the inherent insettleabilititude
of a whim: Isn’t that what
the intentionally blank pages
are for?
More words to ponder at maciejmodzelewski.com
I don’t like pubs, and I guess the feeling is mutual,
as I’m the kind of client that orders a glass of tap water
and just occupies the seat the whole night, which isn’t good
for business. But I don’t really feel bad about it because usually
the rest of the pack drinks without any restraint, so I’m covered.
And I can always pretend to be the designated driver,
even though I don’t actually have a driving licence.
I don’t like pubs because most of the time they are too noisy
for my liking, and even if the clientele behaves, the music is too loud,
which doesn’t help you have a meaningful conversation.
And if that wasn’t enough, seeing all those people drinking
brings back memories I’ve been avoiding. So in moments like these,
I imagine myself sitting alone in the Nouvelle Athènes in Montmartre
at the height of the Belle Époque, waiting for a muse I’ve never met.
I’m sure I’d find something annoying there too.