Waiting for the Moon

“ The crowd is his element, as the air is that of the birds and water is of fishes. His passion and his profession are to become one flesh with the crowd. For the perfect flâneur, for a passionate spectator, it is an immense joy to set up house in the heat of the multitude, amid the ebb and flow of movement, in the midst of the fugitive and the infinite. To be away from home and yet to find oneself everywhere at home; to see the world, to be at the center of the world, and yet to remain hidden from the world. ”