Milling around the capital on an overcast Sunday afternoon we leaned against government buildings, petting every dog that walked past while scouring the ground for cigarettes that still had some life left.My mind was meandering-had been all day- and about three conversations entered and quickly exited my ears.
It wasn’t that I wasn’t interested in what was being said.
I was so interested that I couldn’t keep up.
But back then everything amazed me.
People. Thoughts. Ideas.
BLONDE ON BLONDE 