How to Perfect a Cliché
Eat your breakfast at Café de Flore. Bring your expensive Italian notebook. Order oefs coque with the little toast soldiers. Drink two café noir. Put your copy of Julio Cortazar’s “Hopscotch” on the table in front of you. It’s a hardcover from 1966. You bought it online before you left London and carried it with you on the Eurostar — that is how much you love “Hopscotch.” Do not read it, though. Write a short story on your computer instead, until the battery dies.