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| I'm living in a big park by the Cathedral. On the other side of the park is a fountain nobody uses: I go over there in the mornings to wash myself. I sit for hours and no one comes by. Even the pigeons are gone. I spend my time keeping a journal or going into the city for dates and bread. I can't hunt because the city used to fill the whole valley and the animals still keep away. There's nothing here to eat: all the food is locked up in cellars and vaults. Since I have to buy my food, I let people at the Salon des Artistes give me money in exchange for sex. |
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| Every now and then I find a few tasteless berries in an abandoned garden. Soon the last people will leave and the animals will come back to the city. They'll live in its gardens and drink from its fountains. Their children will play in the streets, they'll eat grass and roses and over many years this place will heal. |
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