November 14, 2015

Paris, we are WITH you. A city, a person, a place, an idea that transports us to liberation of romance. Paris has been locked down before: The Nightingale. All the Light We Cannot See. Your pain is ours. A lover sees himself in the eyes of another. A friend understands this.
The enemy, twisted into camouflage, has emerged and fallen back into the sea. It is hard to extricate, to identify. There is no country, no creed, and no credibility. Sadness overwhelms us today.