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[30 Aug 2003|02:23pm] |
i know why amelie lived in montmarte...it is definitely my fav place in paris...reminds me of galway ireland, especially following the refreshing morning rain...
i went to the top of the dome and saw all of paris in its glory...
walked through the cemeterie montmarte...how glorious...and saw the store that amelie shopped at in the movie!
yeah (jen).
i saw the most beautiful man i have ever seen in my entire life...
have you ever seen someone that strikes you so much that you can't stop thinking about them for an hour or so?
he was this...perfect, saint-like man on the m 13 from montmarte to invalides...
i am liviong off crepes and food from the turkish place down the street because the guy there gave me free dessert.
smiles are good.
finished reading anthem by ayn rand...bought another de botton book, "how proust can change your life".
i have now finished 6 books, hoping to finish my 7th this week.
ciao ciao...
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[30 Aug 2003|09:25pm] |
i think that life would suddenly seem wonderful to us if we were threatened to die as you say. just think of how many projects, travels, love affairs, studies-our life-hides from us, made invisible by our laziness which, certain of failure, delays them incessantly.
but let all this threaten to become impossible forever, how beautiful it would become again! ah! if only the cataclysm doesn't happen this time, we won't miss visiting the new galleries of the louvre, throwing ourselves at the feet if Miss X, making a trip to india.
the cataclysm doesn't happen, we don't do any of it, because we find ourselves back in the heart of normal life, where negligence deadens desire. and yet we shouldn't have needed the cataclysm to love life today. it would have been enough to think that we are humans, and that death may come this evening.
-proust
we should take a lesson from him.
crepes are good, sugar ones...
walking along st. germain on sat. night, nice.
walking in the post-rain paris sunset, with the breeze in my face, better.
c.g.t. i miss you
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