a rough outline makes a great final plan.

A week or so in Paris. A few days in the south of France. A stop in Toulouse, et villes d'autres . Four days soaking in the sun of Barcelona, Spain. More time flies by in Spain. A few days in Portugal. Hop on a train to Italy. Pompeii, Naples, Rome, the list goes on. Vingt-deux anniversaire wherever. Have some fun somewhere for a few days.  That's all the planning I can stand.

who?!

One month of the 11th year, in the 21st century. Gone and past. Already, one month of soul satisfying. Un mois de grands projets. Who will you be next month, next week? Under the spell of the new moon? Come summertime, who?

from Yuri Norstein's "Hedgehog in the Fog".

real rL

Why is it that I go out, just to have my predetermined passé feelings of this city surface up all over again. Une petite drama, pour aucune raison. I'd rather stay home and pretend I'm a cartoon. Fantasize of all the things I'd do, if I were that very cartoon.

Perhaps I could take this life I live, and animate it so that whenever I feel wild, whenever I feel out of this world, I can just tune in. Nuances given a new view. Sit back and watch me whirl. Sit back and watch yourself for awhile.

Here I am. I don't look real. I don't feel real. Real is just a word that we made up to get along with ourselves. We call our language "real". But we also made it up, organized it from complete gibberish. Language is primarily used to confuse; to diffuse all the wrong types of news.

c'est un oui

i want to ride my bicycle, je veux prendre mon vélo. bien que, ne pas comme ceci. l'hiver.

 je vais en France. mai et juin.

(bientôt)

Demain est une nouveau jour pour pouvoir. Une jour pour aimer de jolie choses dans la vie.

Que est ce une faire?

Lire avec Walt. Oui, d'accord.
Danser la valse avec Walt dans ma tête?  Bien aussi.

Sortir la photo qui prend avec mon Pentax. Oui merci!

Plus trop!

une adventure!

from the night of the canoe with my fav' friend su. bundled up like idiots.

jardins.

influencé par "jardins sous la pluie"

Dans spécifique; Kazuya Akimoto.

As of lately I've been completely and utterly inspired by Debussy's Estampes.  The piece above is so beautiful. Akimoto was inspired by this song as well, I believe. I admire the textures created, specifically the swirls/ possible puddles of rain. The overall fluidity and motion is unworldly. Perplexing and almost fictitious. 

It's less than rare that I become so moved by music. But here I am. Waking up to these same familiar keystrokes, making a light breakfast for myself. Organizing and shuffling things around in my room with images of the gardens flooding my head. I tote it around, playing it while at work. And again with my Mum over a glass of sauv blanc & supper. Writing, reading, falling asleep..

I don't think I could exhaust my love for Debussy, ever. What inspires you each day?