PARIS, FRANCE: La Collector!!!

From a desk, I sit inside the French flat.

Rain is being thrown in my face. From white sources, it falls. Sunny skies, blue eyes, pouring from the smallest of gray places above. The clouds match the tower before me. All is gray here in July and i love it. Others seem disappointed in the heavens, as if they let us down another time, or something. Gray rainy days with a touch of sun at night. Such a strange concoction is this place that i study in. I study Life.

Papoo is here to save the day. Playing secret agent games with Arthur whilst Francois roams around touching things and giggling. Its been a fun week here near Raspail. I have enjoyed seeing friends at night and have spent a lot of time thinking.

Last night I realized what I wanted to do most in the world...and I made it my goal for the evening. For me, goals get done. So it haddd to be done.

I wanted to do something mindless. Thoughtless. Live without regard. Do nothing, for not the sake of nothing...but for the sake of not doing something. I wanted it so bad. Like a prize, it sat before me. This idea of mindlessness. Lost in its simplicity, I found myself trying too hard. There I thought; Every move I make has thought behind it, here. Every word I speak goes through the process of translation. Every line I draw goes from the stage of inspiration to realization. Every movement I make is mapped out before hand, so not to get lost in a metropolis such as this. I needed to be mindless. I needed to fall and not care or sing to the wall or cook for no reason or shovel dirt...or watch really horrible television or something. Read pointless magazines. I dont know! Something. But all I had was a thoughtful room, with a bunch of paper and Milan Kundera waiting. So how shall we resolve such a frightening situation?

I went for a run and then fell asleep. Thoughtless enough for me, it was. Though I would have rather been gardening, I think.