Pens on paper thoughts, focus and emotion someone’s hand shakes tasked with self furtherance. Poets in the evening dusk. Pens on paper “Cogito ergo sum”, Descartes said and they made eighteen-year-olds write essays on it today. Students in the morning sun. And in between (both writing) trams traverse the streets tourists throng cafes old ladies sell their garden flowers hunched under the scorching flare. I saw the students scribbling, I rode the tram through the city I passed the tourists, fast and the old ladies, slower but no flowers for me. I listen to the quiet of raging ideas and I am a little bit like the boy who handed his paper empty.
