What a Difference a Day Makes...

Yesterday, the sun was shining on Paris and Step was skipping class to walk around Paris with me. We had plans, and the patience to wait them for them to bear fruit. Not that we happy about the situation, or free from boredom, but there was a sense that we were going where we wanted to be, no matter how slowly. Soon, we were going to break out onto a new plateau of happiness and fulfilment for a price slightly less than our souls. What better deal than that? We visited a photography museum, and the fact that I wasn't a photographer didn't rankle, because I had something in return for selling out my artistic side. A career. A Princess. Had time to grab pictures of cute asian boys for Greg because there's little I can do from here to make him happy where he is. Had time to admire the tatoo on a Yakuza portrait, and call up Chaton to see if he'd join us before the exhibits closed for the day, and off we were to another museum, to see psykedelic posters from LA&SF. Frankly, we were a little tired by then, but it was a good feeling... They had videos playing, and it was a little like bumming at home, but with less guilt, and no b33r. Not that we didn't feel the lack of direction and purpose in our lives, made plain in the long hours, and days, we'd spent together lately, on-line or off. We decided to go for a last drink before we split up, and the sky was a deep, serene blue. No thunder, no boiling clouds, no rain of blood or tears. No sign of the Apocalypse.

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