What happened? and what will happen next?
Paris feels like home to me in ways that actual home does not. I like the self that I am when I have been there--perceptive, understated, witty, responsive.
And why attack the locals, the people who are simply living? How could this improve anything?
We are filled with horror when we are not numb.
Our time is so fleeting, so brief. No need to shorten anyone's. Paradise is only here.