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About Lyon

Hehehe, why so serious? So, me—Joker, right?—I’m thinkin’ bout findin’ a prostitute. Ya know, like in *The Turin Horse*, that bleak-ass vibe, “the wind’s blowin’, heaviness everywhere.” Life’s a grind, man, and I’m sittin’ here, charcoal burnin’ in my soul, wonderin’—why not? Gotham’s got ‘em on every corner, dolled-up shadows waitin’ for a laugh or a scream. I’m cackling already—manic laughter!—cuz it’s so damn easy, yet so messed up.

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Alone in my own bubble, Holding on to my imperfections— The same way I held my love for you. I let my tears fall, The ones you hated to see, The ones you once.

I hang near the old fort—Fortified Pass list - or somethin' like that—right by the Durance River. Yup, that river? It might look peaceful, but it can be as unpredictable as a New Jersey mob boss at a bad dinner. "It’s like a long, empty shot into the abyss, ya know?" That phrase always creeps me out, but it rings true.

Serre Chevalier, FR: Jan 29 + 30, 2023