I go to sleep around 2am here. Any other time seems too early. This feels normal.
Woke up at 5am to the sound of the birds and the light from the slowly
rising sun and the kitten playing with the cork from the wine bottle that
someone had tied a string around.
Even in the bathroom I have my computer with me to type
while I dry my hair.
As children we want to open all the doors ourselves, because
we are excited about what is on the other side and want our freedom. As adults, we want all the doors opened for us, maybe because
we are tired and already know what is on the other side.
I like wearing boy’s button down plaid shirts even though
the buttons are always on the opposite side.
Oh my Darling Clementine is playing slowly in the
background like a dying music box.
Now the rain came, the sun no longer. I fancied a walk in the rain. I love that term. Fancied.
Even beer and salad is good here. This is the place for vegetarians.
Maybe that is why Americans eat so fast. The food is no good. You just get it down.
OK, hold the phone. Two bottles of amazing wine to take home, two glasses of wine, and a three course
meal for $36.60 euro? What? C’est incroyable. This simply would not happen in the
States; not with anything of quality anyway.
I can write while I listen and listen while I dream.
What color are your memories?
Pas de francais ce soir. Je suis tres fatigue.
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