THOUGHTS / PARIS
Whenever I come out of the metro stop next to my house, I rarely look at the Eiffel tower. Half because I don’t romanticize it and other half because I don’t want to look like a tourist (which I probably do anyways).
Four days after.. in the metro I stared at everyone and wondered about their thoughts. I wondered if they are as confused as I am. I am ever more confused about the world we live in, about us the humans, about The Earth and its significance in the context of the universe and about facebook. I’ve always part-jokingly and part-sincerely dreamed of being an astronaut. Now, more than ever, I wish I were so I can exit this place.
Last evening when I got out of the metro, I looked at the Eiffel tower. And for a while. Then I felt a little at home in Paris, where I never felt at home for the past four years.
Maybe listening to this is just making me overly sentimental.