What about breakfast

(you’ll say the world has come between us.)

bonne matin

Je m’apelle Lauren

Je suis Laurent

Je viens de Lyon

and we all sit

sip

coffee

coffee

table

dinner table

laptop table

sharing table

sharing videos

sharing things

sharing

“and I said what about…”

je pense que

non

ce n’est pas logique

celui

down there vvvvvvv

ca

ca c’est vrai:

socks: c’est moi. those socks are from Turkey. my feet were cold.

left/glass/earphones: that’s rob. he’s the host. i help him. and i am forever grateful.

tall/bald/back: that’s massimo. he’s italian. his story i will write of—many there. he comes from castelfranco veneto, italy.

right/gray hoodie: that’s Laurent. “your french brother!” says rob. he’s a graphic designer.

as he was sharing

his

videos

works

i was thinking about this recent journal entry:

(pause for about 18 minutes)

we chatted

“do you rockclimb or do yoga” I said

“mmm non.”

hmmm

he’s an artist.

“ehh when i was leetle (french accent), i wanted to be a draw-er. i taught myself piano. avec the ear. i still don’t know how to read music.”

i will come back to that

Massimo tagged me in a black and white photo contest.

hm.

ok.

B & W

i will start avec le dinner.

Rob:

“What’s the name of this band?”

Lauren (socks from Turkey):

“Deep Blue something.”

“Yeah, see so this is like one of those examples of they only had like one hit.”

“Interesting,” I say, “it’s like the SnapChat of the past.”

at Tiffany’s.