of tracing paper and crayola pens

Is this simply the unique perversity of the human heart that wants (and wants and wants) what it doesn't have -- Italian food in Paris, American jazz in Saint-Germain -- and, only when it is about to lose it, returns to the things that drew it to the desire in the first place? Or was there a kind of peace in it too? Loss, like distance, gives permission for romance. In a better-ordered Verona, Romeo and Juliet would have grown up to be just another couple at dinner.
Adam Gopnik, Paris to the Moon.

this perversity, i say, results to taking what you already have, for granted.
we all ought to be shot in the head, really.
our sad, wandering minds are always searching for something (we think is) better, something of which existence we can barely grasp, based solely on a silly whim or notion that it may actually even be there, when we get there.

how silly we are!

HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY!
i had a good day.
albeit a slightly chaotic and impromptu one.
good day. cute baby cousins. chaotic restaurants. friendly chats with relatives and cousins.
good day, yes, good day.

yea, i'm bored.
very bored.
maybe i should work somewhere soon. i wanna work somewhere full of people, somewhere where everyone's at their worst and ugliest. from what i hear, it's not hard to find places like these. i think i need to snap out of my naivety, and from the stories i hear, working really helps.
yea, wake up, time for me to wake up.

posted by kallynn @ 12:05 AM