Strasbourg, tu me manques...
Right now, I would give anything to be back in Strasbourg--to stand on the bridge between Homme de Fer and les Halles. Eleven o'clock at night, staring into the river and watching the rippling reflections of the city lights. Then, looking up at the sky--the same sky that i look up at tonight, yet so different. Alone, so far from everything I know. That's what I feel as I light a cigarette and stare back into the black waves below. Beautiful, foreign, solitary... The feelings I love. As the 11 pm 6-line bus pulls into the stop i toss the cigarette into the river and watch it float off. Then i exhale.