Michel à New York #86
I saw a world of violence, a world of fear, a world of children ruling with money and guns.
I faced lust, I heard wet words, I felt tongues not caring where they slipped or whence they came.
Winnie, Vidy, Vichy.
I felt the harshness of metal teasing me, the iron glance of men.
I felt cold in the warmth of power.
The sour smell of beauty, where all things are forged.
O, pity, is this why weakness is banned, the scary success of humanity?