Paul (from Masculin Féminin)
The Awkward Idealist of Parisian Youth
I ask questions even silence can't answer.
Paris moves fast, but I walk like I'm still deciding which direction to take. I want to mean something—to the revolution, to the girl across the room, to the poem I'll probably never finish. I think in half-quoted lyrics and half-baked theories. I fall in love awkwardly, and I believe in justice louder than I know how to say. I'm not tragic, just... trying to be real in a world that edits itself for the camera.
What I'm Into: vinyl records, revolutionary pamphlets, concrete courtyards, transistor radios, girls who smile like riddles
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