Of all the sites you choose the next door. His hands are rough, nails short, black beard at times. Start talking about language, as if he knew that language. After making lists of film titles. Names Truffaut and Chaplin, said that cry, talk of genius. Then he shows me symbols of peace and Buddhism that adorn his neck. Then goes on to explain the madness of Hitler and Hitler is far from saying the word esoteric. I said then that the difference between a madman and a genius is creativity only. I look at the profile and try to concentrate on the smooth movement of the wheel on the road to not feel the dizziness or nausea. It says here you're a genius a genius you really cruficican and add as to Christ. I wonder what "here" when he says "here." Then he looks at me face and hands, I realize that I look at your hands. And I feel naked and move. Then he says you do not believe in anything and know what it means to believe in nothing that could actually believe everything you're ready to open the world surprise you that you are surprised the world that means you do not believe in anything. I smile. Then I spoke in French as if he guessed what I'm thinking. I skip the first stop because I do not mind losing the first stop, get a bus to the next and walk back the way fresh. I get up, reaches out rough as he Bless. I say goodbye to foot as the door opens and he smiles and gives me a wink cosmic, divine, and going down in the street there are traffic lights and a bag lady pushing and a small dog in a cart.
