Two friends, on a poetic life.

Cecily: Foster is a young man I met at the Shakespeare and Company bookstore. He was such a gentle soul, and an inspiring one. I didn’t think to ask his last name, and he doesn’t know mine. When we parted it felt romantic not to swap details, but now I feel a sense of loss. The only way I could think to contact him again was to leave a note on the literary board in Shakespeare and Company, where he goes all the time to read and to hide his photographs in the pages of their books as a kind of art quest for the public.

Charles: Oh God. Do you ever do things that aren’t poetic?

Two friends, on weakness.

Charles: What is Charles’ greatest weakness?

Cecily: His wholehearted enjoyment of his own flaws. Thus, he will always find growth difficult, if not impossible.

Charles: I hate your assessment. Be dishonest next time.

Two friends, on Moleskine.

Charles: I bought my 2016 Moleskine today. Not sure if you use one.

Cecily: Is that a question you ask a creative polymath who has already desperately sold her soul to fine leather and great marketing many, many times before? Of course I do.

Two friends, on being cock-eyed enough.

Charles: Having someone work for you changes your perspective on the world.

Cecily: Yes. I need an assistant. And a mansion in Saint Germain. Then my perspective will be well enough cock-eyed to live my best life.