I have no idea why these lines remind me of the title of the Truffaut film Le Dernier Métro.
There is nothing so homesick-making
as the ecstasy of a fellow transient.
Perhaps it is a hint of locale – Paris – that makes such scenes possible.
“In the Luxembourg Gardens” by Lachlan MacKinnon collected in Montrerey Cypress.
And so for day 313
23.10.2007