Fin de siècle
Belle Époque
More notes to self.
I love love.
I love perfection.
This is a nice time, end of 19th century France.
I wonder what it would be like
to be the zeitgeist that rules each decade
To be able to change clothes from an endless closet, a perfect revolving mirror,
to watch the drapes of my coat scatter on cities,
drag through streets and sands
mark the doors with an "x"
of my wand
To not imagine, but be imagined
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