From moments of eerie calmness to moments of pure madness, I want to embrace the intensity of living, to hold life tightly and feel completely full. And yet there is always a void within me, 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 and places my feet back on the ground: writing.
Life, in the span of a single week, can become so alluring, filled with the blissful dizziness of summer. And yet I know I am distracted. I should write again. I cannot descend deeply 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 all the people around me. I want to be bored again, to penetrate the deeper layers of my mind.
What are you thinking about? The Campari orange sunrise, and Notre-Dame des Fleurs.