Tonight I want to do everything. Watch Moonrise Kingdom again and, inspired by that utopian text of American childhood, remember the hot and fearless summers of my youth. Bike along the promenade, emptied of sunbathers, into a waiting darkness, where unseen waves hiss into unseen sand. Crane my neck toward the sky, like a bird that knows its way, instinctively, without doubt, searching for golden Saturn, blue-white Spica, Antares in the Scorpion's heart. Tonight is a night of a thousand wants, and there are only so many hours, and I am stalling, listening to seagulls cry and squabble.





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