Loneliness
We both lived in this tall Hausmann apartment building in Paris facing a wide street, almost a boulevard, but rather quiet. I moved in only a couple of weeks before I started noticing you, always alone, always focused, always sure of yourself, always beautiful, dressed youthfully.And I, I was rather a recluse. Living alone, ashtrays everywhere on the old furniture, the occasional cognac, the typewriter, the disks on the shelves, rarely leaving my appartment, just for cigarettes, digesting and...