Pas sur la Lune

I was thinking about the note I left her when I got on the boat. How can you explain something like this to someone? I’m just not the kind of person that settles in to anything. I don’t think I ever will be. There’s really anything left to explain that can be and that’s what I was trying to explain in the first place. I’m just not like that. I don’t want a job, or a house, or taxes… although I wouldn’t mind a car but… I don’t know. Now that I’m away I whish I was back there more then even when I was there. Let’s just say I’m a certain kind of tourist… tourist that’s on a permanent vacation.

– Jim Jarmusch, Permanent Vacation, États-Unis, 1980.

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