A notebook entry.
1. Walking by the park behind the Picasso Museum, I saw a child’s balloon drifting up over the rooftops. It was metallic, and in the shape of something I couldn’t decipher. Maybe a cartoon character, I don’t know, but it made me think of Le Ballon Rouge. Somewhere nearby was a child who had just lost a balloon. I turned a corner and contin…
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