I start with the video for once. Since it’s the music that brought me in the mood to write tonight I might as well do it. Listening it made me wonder about long lost falling stars and made me need with fervor a good rock concert here in Paris. It’s been a long time now, with the pandemic and the confinement that I could not freely wonder on the streets, less hear some good bass somewhere. Isolation makes you think, in the beginning, than starts slowly but certainly get to you. Did I turn mad because of this virus killing people? No. Well no yet, but if we need to go back in our little cell I might as well go forever….

The need I’ve never had, to go into a pub a sip a beer or even better a good glass of red wine and listen to the noise, the music, the whirlwind of voices coming from people I don’t know and never will and maybe, just maybe someone I might get to know. Let’s be honest here: life is not made for staying put but for wandering in the society, feeling the living, the sap of the movement, the fever, the brutality, the excitement… you get the idea. All work and no fun makes Jack a dull boy. Because, again, for how long can you decorate your one-room awfully expensive Parisian apartment? There is quite a limited number of items you can replace: garbage can, flower pot, light bulbs – there is a few of them, wine glasses, champagne glasses, get some glasses for doing shots. There is an alcoholic themed buyers guide out there somewhere because frankly I’ve never had so many different sets of glasses and types of 18+ beverages in that big kitchen drawer next to the window. And the view from the 26th floor gets even better after a couple of Tequila shots, right?