I was sitting in the classroom while some students did a test when suddenly a dark raspberry entered my conscience.
Had my suit somehow brushed against our patchouli scented walls?
Was it the hints of Champs Élysées still that were lingering on my shirt?
I don’t know, but the Body Shop’s Early
Harvest Raspberry cream, which I had on my hand, when combined with something else, suddenly brought me to Magie and
i thought, yes: a body bathed in raspberry, which forms the
delicious top note in Lancome’s dark spirited genius, then she herself….
i just just wish that one
day I could come
across the vintage parfum at the flea market: a holy
grail I have never been granted ( do you know it? TELL ME )
o and and while we are at it,
fuck this iphone