New Orleans

We danced

We drank

We laughed

We wrote letters to our lovers and poetry to the world

We listened to artists composing jazz filled with madness

We created demons for the thrill of danger and angels for protection

We wandered through streets full of lights and colours, drinking away our fears and sorrows

We couldn’t accept our existence is doomed

so we created new worlds, new dimensions, new realities

We saw Jesus Christ nailed to the cross in a circle of dancing fanatics celebrating their dead master

We saw homeless hiding behind dumpsters, shaking in an agony of withdrawal

We saw lunatics praying in the night, talking to creatures from their minds, whispering curses

We saw hobos moving through empty streets with the moonlight illuminating their confused paths and highlighting their desperate search for love and excitement

We saw drug addicts scratching chaotic thoughts on walls, crawling on the pavement, rolling in their own filth

We saw the most normal people in this world full of madness and hysteria

In a dark alley one man wrote on the brick wall: ‘The careless may not live forever but the careful don’t live at all.’