I’m between hopeless and rebuking evolution. That’s boy talk.
Hemi or semi —
the orphaned like Francesca as-is,
scene-makers or martial artists, music critics, or proud old squares
barnstorming through the biosphere to eclipse career obstacles.

A new Josh placed the sardine just so on Francesca’s bread, and continued work on his, many of the same images back in his mind (Largo di Bracciani), at the start where his rich quote-end-quote mother left him in the care of whiners in a state of wretchedness.