As I said Facebook belongs to the young.
Amongst the hags + hustlers who sought me out, there was some joy: Dylan + Hugo [brothers] who I knew in France. Memories. Before supper, they would give - sunglasses and air guitars - do a punk gig. After supper, they would get bathed + come down in flannel pajamas, to give sloppy good night kisses.
They are now teenagers. Under politics + religion Dylan wrote rien à foutre'. I don't give a fuck.
I informed them that I have resigned from facebook and asked them to e mail me.
I fear they won’t.
As I said they live in Facebook world, which isn't for me.
No comments:
Post a Comment