Arles: Stranger by Views

Time-capsule re-tell of adventure found/scribbled in Europe for a modern humanist view of things of lycanthropy/hyperbole.

Arles (France) set night-walking fiction. Happy Summer, all 

DISCLAIMER: This work of fiction offers no commercial/explicit ties to the European city of Arles and all images/references used herein (therefore) comprise a purely 'personal' expression for social art (for 'open' views/translations/critique).

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"Friends, I had found myself in Arles in the Summer-'25 season of incomplete-journal works for Earth transit confidence imaginations and thought about why a great (Dutch) artist found special night-sky readings of that place, at a cafe, a cafe I had decided to visit as a Slovak-Algerian Catholic-American tourist to seek something special one random Saturday's Eve (Facebook-like!)."

"My name's Amlan Satan, and I decided to encapsulate the experience of that Saturday in Arles/France with a time-capsule memoir write which is what this is, actually! Well, there I was in Arles, looking more/less like a 'typical' American tourist with journal in hand for scribbles/doodles. I was enjoying a nice vanilla-latte at that cafe of 'mark' when I was approached by a strange young woman, and being a not-so old Western man, I found reciprocity in conversational interest about Earth human activities (Facebook-like!)."

LADY: I have some diamonds in my pocket, traveler.

ME: You look rather forward here tonight at this 'iconic' Arles cafe, miss.

LADY: I want you to take these gems to a store tomorrow for trade.

ME: You'd like to make a merchant-trade using me as a decoy-messenger.

LADY: I mustn't inform you of the value of the task, but it's heroic, friend.

ME: What's the reward for such art...since the task maybe 'underground' (IQ)?

LADY: I'd meet you next Saturday at this very-same cafe for (shared) latte.

ME: Aha, a proposition of love for a return-favor of danger-task recruitment.

LADY: Keep the secret, do the task, return here, and all's cool/romance, sir.

ME: I'm not really James Bond or Robin Hood, but it sounds easy-enough, ok.

LADY: Good...it's a simple pre-arranged work with a merchant/company.

ME: I do like a good diamond 'toast' (I'd make a stick-figure doodle of it, blog).

LADY: Cool (Facebook-like).

"Friends, I did as the lady required; I made the treasure-trade (insurance?) and met her at the artist-mounted French-cafe the next-week and found instant courtship and then took the lady to an Asian dive the next week to enjoy Vietnamese-French ('Pho') soup and didn't talk anything diamonds. I wondered what she wanted me to do and why I was the rep-American typical tourist-merchant-trade messenger for incomplete-word for Earthling intelligence/capitalism. Was she an underground diamonds operator for things of commerce culture/gossip? Who knew? All I knew now was that France afforded me a fantasy-adventure, a vigilante 'like' stick-figure romance-doodle for my humor-laugh blog, and soup and coffee for things of wrought kites. I started feeling (slightly) better about manmade 'troubles' of 'shadows' proportion. That's why I'm making this time-capsule about 'incomplete' optimism (for the Ego)."

"Doing well is the result of doing good. That's what capitalism is all about" (Ralph Waldo Emerson). 

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)