Rue Oberkampf, Paris, 30 décembre 2005, 19h32.
You’ve gotta run, you’ve gotta go, stick a thumb on your racing stopwatch, catch the subway that’s not here while you already gotta be there, tryin’ to save some time for you and you and you and obviously you then put what’s left in your rest, chest on a matress, your mind already focused in tomorrow’s rush.
For you can’t be faster than a city that doesn’t sleep.
Sometimes, you still can afford shooting a Clio™, though.
The Duke Spirit – Love Is an Unfamiliar Name
