Wednesday, April 20, 2011
Looking back at my journals from Paris. I don't know what was happening during that time in my life, but I was always writing little words and phrases in my journals. Full entries are interrupted by pages littered with things like, "I am a planet hugged by a rainbow." I went through this phase where I just loved the strange things people said, lines from songs, or graffiti strewn on the sides of metro cars.
Pace is the trick
Your face is the place
You're a wise and vulgar man
Plus frêles mais plus vivaces
The message sent was off this continent
If you stay in this hotel, they will definitely cut you in the night.
Posted by Jess at Wednesday, April 20, 2011