Our Man in Europe, Dave Delacroix, Smoked Salmon/Potato Chips: "VERTIGO!"
I GET VERTIGO. I get vertigo. When I see U. A cliche: I FALL. But I never hit the ground. Some spot U. R. saving for some other...blank space...clown.
I get VERTIGO, dizzy, reflected in your black mirror. Non-suggestive, nobodies' icon, nobodies' song, nobodies star, a fleeting glimpse of light, some galaxy afar.
I get Vertigo. I get Vertigo. Your path is short. Whilst mine? A downward cylindrical swirl, a falling, but where I land on my feet.
(Meanwhile? Dancing to music is STILL an option!)
c.2026. Dave Delacroix.
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