Details and details stream out of me like the breath of the metro that stops at my feet. everything has been captured on paper. in color. with water. and pigments of tangible expression.
no worries.
if you are curious as to what ive been through; we can look in the books. its all written down somewhere.
heres a summary;
four children, center of paris, habits formed, seventh floor, distant language (both english and french...because as i am alone, silence is popular.)
No television, radio, news, film, internet, computer, car, oven, lotion, backyard, telephone (that i can call from), tennis shoes, money, calendar, elevator, second pencil, clock, nail polish remover, balcony or sugar...but i am not uncomfortable. these possesions are secondary to my raison d'etre.
My purpose right now is to explore the city, meet new people, care for the french children, learn the language, watch the clouds as they accept that the sun is setting...and continue to listen to the world that i live in. I am observant here and it is refreshing to be in such a city. A city that wants you to paint it on a canvas. A city that wants you to write about it. A city that takes sensitive people and gives them little coincidences to ponder about. Like the other day...when, roaming the streets of st. michel, I saw a friend of mine from french class at USC cross the street. Or when I spent a day with another friend of mine from Kansas who happened to drop through Paris and together, he and I both ran into another friend from college. Or last night when my neighbor made me dinner and we discussed film, art and the future. Or when I found, in paris, a friend I had made in Cannes and we spent the evening at a party at the river with a class of film students at the school of cinematography that he attends. Or today when I missed a meeting I had...then bumped into my all time favorite actor Mathieu Amalric. He was such a gentleman.
Its all of purpose. Petite purpose...peut-etre grand...mais petite est bonne pour moi, maintenant.
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