"DRUNKARDS
The public papers sympathetically note the drunkards. The reporter calls them annoying and repulsive. I love them: they are always unthinking.
I saw one busy holding a bollard steady. I know of another who stabbed his own shadow from which he believed he was being followed.
One night I lovingly followed one who confided in every lamppost.
They enter public places like bolides. They are caught hanging in the air, in the most unexpected places, in the most uncomfortable positions.
When they vomit, a fiery red firework, they express, I hope, their opinion of humanity.
I love them. On the public paper, the philistine face of the world, more than the events of the Conflagration, I follow your trajectories, adorable drunkards, comets of society!"
Created by d'Araprì