From moments of eerie calmness, to moments of pure madness. I want to embrace the intensity of living, to hold life tightly and feel full. And yet there is always a void, as if Iguazu Falls were pouring endlessly into a hollow. No matter how much water falls, the indentation remains. My mind is overstimulated, restless, always in motion. Only one thing truly centers me, places my feet back on the ground: writing. Life, in the span of one week, can be so alluring, and then arid. This beautiful, blissful dizziness of life, of summer. And yet I know it is a distraction. I should write again. I cannot go deep into my mind when my attention is so scattered. Still, I am living. I am living in the moment. And I want to detach from this reality. I want to be bored again, to penetrate deeper layers of my mind, to enter the pool of consciousness. What are you thinking about? Campari-orange sunrise in Paris. Notre-Dame des Fleurs.