paris writer – Page 2 – Imagined Paris

Fading

“Is this the price? You pay. For not choosing. To walk. In a previous scenario. Where the weather was rough. The road was dark. But the distance was short. Potentially short. And you said yes. To a fast drive. That took you. To this transit…” (En savoir plus)

Here and everywhere else

“Ah, no one cares how many words I write, or if I write at all… apart from me, and me is very important so let’s continue on for a bit longer, so that I get a chance to wrap my head around the dangerously harmless fact that..” (En savoir plus)

Madame est servie!

“Sometimes I feel that you would be too small to contain my restless mind, Paris, with your walkable size, famous landmarks and so many people I know who know each other, yet I know the world might be too big for my fragile heart, which never bends….” (En savoir plus)

Je vais bien, I think

“I guess there isn’t really much to say about being okay, is there? Except the list of contrasting states to being okay – like being anxious to breath you whatever I do, but then I might suddenly not be okay anymore half way through the list…” (En savoir plus)

I have nothing, Paris

“Do you even want to be with me knowing how unlight I can be, or am I only this heavy because I’m not there with you, fully? Either way, how can I even breathe regularly knowing that my lung and my heart belong to your bohemian air?…” (En savoir plus)

I don’t miss Paris

“…I can dream when I’m here, about anything; I just close my eyes, regulate my breathing, sometimes put on some non-jazz music, and see what I want to achieve and I know I’ll achieve it, like all the things I’ve achieved without you since I left you…” (En savoir plus)

Me in a Sunday night movie

“Can you imagine how I felt after? If you can’t, just take my word for it: I felt ah-mazingly inspired! So inspired that I decided to skip the train and walk home instead. Bloody google map told me to follow a straight line for less than two miles and I took its word for it. Little did I know what it meant by a straight line was a long dark alleyway parallel to the railway…” (En Savoir plus)

Cigarettes after sex after a run

“Many times, all I need to do is remember the feeling I get from the aftermath: it’s always—I mean always, good…” (En Savoir Plus)

It’s been three days….

“It’s been three days since Le Festin Nu, since Katie; I have been busy with one translation deadline after another, mild social events like sports day et cetera, and busy driving around for my duties already. In fact, driving is probably my chance to relax since I got back in the English countryside – ‘tis true!” (En savoir plus)

Imagined Paris

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