We all have our happy place. My happy place is Paris. As a New Yorker, I have collateral with my apartment. In other words, people all over the world would like to swap apartments with me… so when shit falls apart I come to one place: Paris. Paris is my happy place… this is currently the view from my penthouse terrace.
I feel like this calls for Sharon van Etten’s “Warsaw”… for all the obvious reasons:
He is over you, I want to be over you, I want to show you, pull me over you, arms are over you, I want to show you, I love you silently…