The alleyway down the street from my apartment is reminiscent of Baudelaire. Standing next to him on the balcony of a building erected in the 1920s, one can see the neighborhood as it was almost a century ago. Fluent in French, it is not the modern language we hear today, but the tongue used in the 18th Century. He is a futuristic man from ages past, inexplicably living at the dawn of the 21st Century.
On the beach, playing cards. Karl whilst attending the University of Southern California/Long Beach.