my week rolls into the united kingdom.
my travels have been enriching and this trip has been wild and free.
i had no intention of becoming sentimental while here, but this end comes with a lot of hesitation.
there isn't anything to slow down time, so i just enjoy each new day i've got.
the days here are getting shorter and shorter and will only get shorter as we approach the north pole.
i feel like a rebel being here, a young american lose in paris.
this trip was needed.
my time here has been spent here on my perch high above the hats of parisiens. this time of year gets cold too so its easy to spend days up here looking out at the world ahead of me. but i only failed twice to leave the house every day.
since then its been a book you read in reverse
what a strange dream i am having, i will wake up soon in a bed with light behind the orange trees spilling onto me in bed, and Paris will have just happened. What today could be better?
In the current moment it is 1:45 am Wednesday morning, I have a final exam for Iberian & Latin American Cinema at 8:30 am.
time to crack open the books.