On arriving back at Montparnasse last night, i was struck by the contrast between the every day politeness of all things 'country' where people take the time to say 'Hello' (or even 'Bonjour' if you're a stickler for details) and the general big-city indifference of living in a beehive

More than that, it's a question of ... i dunno .. noise ... low level, humming, semi-subconscious, unremittant, 'noise' that we all accept as being 'normal' and acceptable

I really couldn't help but wondering how on earth do we put up with this non stop wall of ambient, man made, and un-necessary sound ... the general feeling of being assaulted by the passive aggression attitudes to which we ( i've) become accustomed

There are days when i can hear the dawn chourus from the park opposite where i live which remind me of a younger and what seems like a forgotten life for which i yearn to return

(attention, on dirait que les blues de minnuit me guettent)