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Since I left Ibiza For the last day or so I've opened this thing easily a million times, and each time I've had all my thoughts lined up carefully and all my words chosen, and each time I've actually picked up the pen and put it near the page everything's shattered to pieces and I've had nothing to say.
Damn you all the way to Hell, Justin.
So. With that said. I hope that you all will keep in mind if I seem a little disconnected or out of tune or whatever right now, I am trying to write general impressions in the coldest and most distant way possible.
Paris is something else, rather beautiful in its own way. Someone once told me that most of France goes on holiday for August, which makes me happy that I've gotten here in July. Someone else once told me that it was just a stereotype that the French were horrendously rude. That person was a liar.
I keep walking around and what hits me more than the things that are so very different are the things which look somewhat familiar when I know they are not familiar at all, everything that seems the same when I know its different. I'm enjoying the feeling of unfamiliarity and disconnection, and I'm even enjoying not understanding what most of the people around me are saying, but sometimes a certain slant of light, or a street, or a building will just feel so much like I've seen it before, when I know I haven't. There was even this boy I saw no less than three times today (it had to be the same boy because I refuse to believe that there were three of them) who I swear had almost exactly the same face as Michael Corner.
I have absolutely no idea where I'm going to go next, but the idea of seeing how far I can get before I have to turn back appeals to me on some fundamental level, so I think east. Working generally east, in a very wandering way. For a while, at least.
I might want to choose somewhere where they speak English next, however. I've always been absolute crap with languages.
Damn you all the way to Hell, Justin.
So. With that said. I hope that you all will keep in mind if I seem a little disconnected or out of tune or whatever right now, I am trying to write general impressions in the coldest and most distant way possible.
Paris is something else, rather beautiful in its own way. Someone once told me that most of France goes on holiday for August, which makes me happy that I've gotten here in July. Someone else once told me that it was just a stereotype that the French were horrendously rude. That person was a liar.
I keep walking around and what hits me more than the things that are so very different are the things which look somewhat familiar when I know they are not familiar at all, everything that seems the same when I know its different. I'm enjoying the feeling of unfamiliarity and disconnection, and I'm even enjoying not understanding what most of the people around me are saying, but sometimes a certain slant of light, or a street, or a building will just feel so much like I've seen it before, when I know I haven't. There was even this boy I saw no less than three times today (it had to be the same boy because I refuse to believe that there were three of them) who I swear had almost exactly the same face as Michael Corner.
I have absolutely no idea where I'm going to go next, but the idea of seeing how far I can get before I have to turn back appeals to me on some fundamental level, so I think east. Working generally east, in a very wandering way. For a while, at least.
I might want to choose somewhere where they speak English next, however. I've always been absolute crap with languages.