I sat in the restaurant surrounded by all these people and tried to have witty conversations. The restaurant was in the middle of the river Rhone.. a newly refurbished place. All day. Before that I reached out to some unlikeliest people. Then on the way home, I stopped the car and walked in the middle of the night through the silvery dirt path shining in the moonlight.
Because tonight was the night. Soon this place will be but a memory.
So many chances. So many missed opportunities. So many lost moments.
I moved here years ago to follow that memory.
And the memory has gone away. Rolling off like pebbles under the current.
