403. If I want to be surrounded in a bubble of love and I want everyone else to have his and her own bubble of love then how would we configure ourselves to make all this possible
June 3rd, 2011 § 19 Comments
My oldest and best childhood friend, Harry and his girlfriend Janice (now fiancée after a late night Eiffel tower proposal!) were in Paris last weekend. It was so great to see them and show them the little bit of Paris that I know, which includes a fair amount of boozing, eating, dreaming, and walking. My friend Harry (who happens to be an awesome photographer and exposed what a fraud I am when it comes to photography) took this photo when we were hanging out in the 18th arondissement. It was nearly eight pm, and sunny as an egg.
I had plans to keep to myself this weekend, but now it looks like I’m headed west tomorrow to spend a few days in a village in a region known for their goats. Today a man in Parc des Buttes Chaumont swore he knew me from somewhere and then I ran away like the mouse Michael and I tried to set free in the middle of the night when we lived in Iowa City, except I wasn’t crapping uncontrollably like the mouse was, and then, moments later, I ran into the same man, and he told me he was a poet and a professor, and I told him I was a poet and a sometimes professor.
There’s something witchy about the apartment in Paris where I’m staying. Two months ago, I lost my pink journal in this apartment, and a week ago, I lost an old pair of ballet flats, and today, I realized I lost my camera bag and the battery and film inside it. At least, I didn’t lose my memory stick with all of the poetry I wrote this year and other precious things that would only become more precious if they were to disappear.
I have to go now, but I won’t disappear, I promise.
Love,
Jenny
