It’s 6.30 a.m. on a late summer morning in Paris. Amid the rumbling coming from the Stalingrad Métro station, in the northeast of the French capital, hundreds of migrants, mostly men, sleep crammed under an overpass. Some rest on pieces of cardboard and old mattresses behind a urine-doused fence, others lie awake by the side of the street.
It used to be something good back in ancient Greece, before we had the need to make a supershow out of fucking everything and each time trying to one up the last in pyrotechnics and gimmicks
It used to be something good back in ancient Greece, before we had the need to make a supershow out of fucking everything and each time trying to one up the last in pyrotechnics and gimmicks
Wasn’t ancient Olympics a supershow of their time?
Sure, but supershows tended to be less wasteful back when there wasn’t so much to waste I guess