May 27, 2020
Parvulus
“Paris has a child, and the forest has a bird; the bird is called the sparrow; the child is called the gamin.”
The gamin doesn’t always eat, but he always plays. What little clothes he has are hand-me-downs from who-knows-where. He swears and steals and smokes, but as long as he is a child, he is innocent as a pearl.
“If one were to ask that enormous city: “What is this?” she would reply: “It is my little one.””