A Stroll Through the Symmetry

Most people go to Père Lachaise to smoke a joint at Jim Morrison’s grave or kiss the tomb of Oscar Wilde. I go there to wander around and make sure a certain mime isn’t, in fact, a zombie. No matter, it’s around the corner from the apartment, so strolling around over there is taking hold as a thing to do. When we moved in, the concierge referred to it as “the green space” of the neighborhood.










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