If I were to run away, would it be Paris,
the Boulevard du Montparnasse perhaps?
But why not Trifouillis-les-Oies—
or why France in the first place?
Soho or Greenwich Village would suit me better, after all,
even if I never wake up to an indie rock song,
like protagonists in rom-coms, and think that a French film
opening with a typewriter cannot be bad
when played sul tasto to find out if a score
is the music.
More words to ponder at maciejmodzelewski.com
