Coming to the end of my time in Paris. Anxious about the next part outside of Europe, and still have a lot to explore here..want to explore a lot. But, with loved ones partners travel mates. When I am sane-minded and in a routine. When I am financially autonomous, and can bike in the French Riviera, or hot spring in Iceland. I dream of places and experiences and ways of being in the country that I haven't known, fully aware of my propensity toward challenging myself, otherwise known as giving myself a hard time...the anti-joy approach.
I have cultivated a round, nonsensical way of being, living, breathing here. During the school trimesters it was a unique tortuous routine...After the semi - regular morning walk from the 5th arrondissment to the 10th..over the Seine and past Notre Dame through the prostitution play ground with beckoning tit-laden doorways through the archway the porte of Saint Denis past fruit vendors. Walking to school with classmate Tonya, this was the meditative calm, the processing ground of teacher's approaches and classmates' struggles angles choices before my morning apple to school and the studios and the awkward silences and sometime "bonjours" of classmates eerily set into the mode of creating work.
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