il paradiso perduto
we sit ourselves down at pizzeria la biennale and find ourselves between two languages not of our own tongue. is this whole world just one prison yard? are some of us prisoners and others prison guards? age never meant much to me but some call me old whilst others call me young. when i ask how much longer can this last, it don't mean i'm asking for the cheque or wanting to get out of here fast, but an odd expression used to remark new ground unfamiliar and just a little terrifying. i am so easy sitting with you now, together after so long apart, i don't think twice before letting loose these words a-flying. i'm not lieing. what's the use?
the waitress comes over and asks us to choose, but i've already made my choice.