A quiet conversation about decadence.The Idols and the Le Spleen. There is much to agree upon here. The fine fabric of Paris is a veil, the struggle to identify a truth and somewhere in our pages we find each other. And yet the philosopher is not gentle in his persuasion.
"A cold sarcasm against beautiful words", said the Nietzsche to the left.
"The faint notes of an exquisite taste" said Baudelaire to the right, gazing across the aisle.
Yet each have enough consideration for humanity to lend a few words.