The Promenade Is A Special Subset Of

We Treat Desire As A Problem To Be Solved, Address What Desire Is For And Focus On That Something And How To Acquire It Rather Than On The Nature And The Sensation Of Desire, Though Often It Is The Desire Between Us And The Object Of Desire That Fills The Space In Between With The Blue Of Longing.

We Make Ourselves Large Or Small, Here Or There, In Our Empathies.

Time Itself Is Our Tragedy And Most Of Us Are Fighting Some Kind Of War Against It.

Never To Get Lost Is Not To Live, Not To Know How To Get Lost Brings You To Destruction.

The Magic Of The Street Is The Mingling Of The Errand And The Epiphany.