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[12232009] |
It is both a comfort and misfortune that time blurs everything. Six years ago at this time I started this little space which I regrettably neglect, in an attempt to cement fleeting moments. After traveling to Paris in August, the most valuable memory was visiting the Villa Savoye; more important to me than entering the Sainte-Chapelle & Palais Royal. I can still smell the dry grass that surrounds it, I put those weeks behind me for the better. I thought I knew monotony (primary school) until I surrendered my time for tedious labor in the months following. I put that behind me now, too. Another holiday approaches that will take me to snowy parts and an island off the North Atlantic, perhaps I'll repeat it over for amusement.
( inexpressible space, the apotheosis of plastic emotion )
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[08022009] |
In a few days I'll be in paris and barcelona for several weeks, it'll be my first time traveling without a companion. I hope to eat a madeleine each day and drown in cafe creme. I've never been to Spain but I presume it will test the spanish I grew up with which completely lacks grammar
( keepsakes, walls around me )
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[06292009] |
I've wondered how the unexplainable can transcend to another but it seldom does. There's something frustrating about it while being simultaneously pleasing. I often it find it difficult to discuss personal details, I feel as though I'm reducing myself to something far too succinct.
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[05222009] |
Learning by example, following the will for silence. Recalling when sound departed from lips without strain attached. Taking leaps forward while getting closer to less. Wanting it this way, while others fill their faces full of worry. Repetition allowing for clearer thought. Aligning myself to something I will only experience once. Reveling in the not-knowing part of not-knowing.
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