April in Paris

It is April, it is National Poetry Month, I am in Paris, I have already written a handful of pieces, most rather frivolous and obvious, perhaps even completely lousy, however, I am writing and creating, they are my stories and correlations and promenades with words, which dear Kurt Vonnegut would agree is the important thing, and life is, indeed, very bearable.

(image taken from The Impossible Cool)