Earlier, I endured a Proustian, bollocks-first, flight, onto a hard and sharp object. Now, suddenly, I experience a Eureka moment that is also Euphoric. I transcend the earthly to the numinous, accompanied by easy-listening, Euro-pop, played on a euphonium.
7th Jan – La vie c’est plus marrant, C’est moins désespérant, En chantant.
Oh yes, la vie manqué went on a frolic of its own, all right.
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