Ars Longa. Vita Brevis. Chapter 613.

Tempus fugit.

I am going to talk about what it is like to live in Mr. King’s neighborhood. I have my reasons for revisiting this topic for the skrillionth time, beyond the fact that we have recently gotten a new subscribers who may need to be introduced to the concept of a flaneur’s lifestyle. I do live this life. I do this every day.

God help me, but, I love it. Wherever there is sin, there must I go. Happiness loves company. Familiarity breeds respect. The secret to happiness is low expectations because life is full of predictable, petty disappointments.

I live in New Orleans.

There, I think I have gotten most of my isms out of my system for the foreseeable future. Let me tell you about my day, thus far.

The future is impossible to predict.

I have done so many things today. I have been so many places that I do not usually go. I have seen so many people that I do not usually see.

Today has been the best day ever. Even if I did find myself deep in the French Quarter for the second day in a row. I will probably end up there again.

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