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Been in Lyon, France for about 10 days now. Here to see my friend Nikko and to visit the post-graduate program at the Beaux Arts. I'm constantly blown away by the energy, productivity and integrity of the artists and musicians here. It's completely disorienting and is giving me a well-needed kick in the ass.
My French is coming back. It's so good to know I'm still able to exist in it. Losing a language is like losing a huge chunk of your mind. It's not just words and sentences that disappear, but also streets, buildings, plazas, train stations, love letters, conversations, songs, your old apartment, your favorite bakery, all of it.
My French is coming back. It's so good to know I'm still able to exist in it. Losing a language is like losing a huge chunk of your mind. It's not just words and sentences that disappear, but also streets, buildings, plazas, train stations, love letters, conversations, songs, your old apartment, your favorite bakery, all of it.