I am a mouse. I scurry from here to there. From McDonalds to cafe to Mikky D's once again. But food is not my motive. It is a two earred wonder found in the Etats-Unis that drives me, but oddly... there are only three-pronged ones here in France.
It hides and seeks for a home, but where it is seen, I cannot go. I try and am shooed - I am a pesky rat.
But alas, I find one so cleverly hidden in a place so obviously willing. The Centre Pompidou. Its tubes and colors, and lines and wonders, are where I find myself installed.
A corner is saved just for me, and for my vermin needs. I plug in, I shut up, and I log into the WW web. I am safe here. The Pompidou is my nest forevermore.
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