20 august 2018
Il est mort
Il est mort, le soleil
I don't have the rest of the lyrics memorized; it's harder for me to do that with a language I really don't know. Everything else is a blur in my head, except…
… sur le sable chaud
On the hot sand.
No more time on the hot sand this summer, I fear. The van is out of comission, fall semester approaches, and, he has died, the sun. Or at least the summer is coming to an end.
I could bemoan my anxieties again, but I'd rather sleep.