I'm so tired, of playing
Playing with this bow and arrow
There is an echo in the back of my head, a ghost image on my mind's radar that tells me that something is somewhat less than right. I don't know what to make of it. Maybe it'll disappear.
I've twice attempted to write about Paris Trance by Geoff Dyer, which I was up reading until 4 in the morning a couple weekends back. I keep stumbling.
So why don't you just go and read a bunch of other reviews about Paris Trance? And how about this interview with Geoff Dyer from when the book was released a few years ago?
Oh, hell, just read the damn book itself why don't you. Here's what I had to say about another book by Geoff Dyer -- But Beautiful. Paris Trance also left me feeling like that, only more so.
For this is the beginning of forever and ever
It's time to move over...