Listening to Manu Chao's Clandestino and having a dance-party-for-one, on a Friday night alone - finally!
Today I bought books. Buying books, despite the fact that I should be saving the few dollars left til next week's paycheck. Buying books, despite the attractive aisle of dusty suitcases behind my shoulder (the attraction, I suppose, of zipped and burgundy leather-bound departure). Buying books, even though I have no bookcase for them, leaves and spines and luxurious sentences, a luxury.
And rolling off my tongue too easily: Je ne t'aime plus mon amour/Je ne t'aime plus tous les jours.