“We ate well & cheaply & drank well & cheaply & slept well & warm together & loved each other.”
― Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast
it’s as if, when you leave your hometown, you also leave yourself behind.
you’re free to become whatever, whoever you care to imagine.
you’re a stranger, not just to everyone else, but to yourself.
you are wide open for self discovery.
&, perhaps because of that, you are more open to the rest of the world & its fascinations.
& blooming meadows
& bustling fresh food markets
& fragrant summer air
— & i can’t wait.
“Paris. .is a world meant to be seen by the walker alone, for only the pace of strolling can take in all the rich (if muted) detail.”
— Edmund White, The Flâneur
but to loiter,
& fully experience the places that i find myself in.
holocene: an epoch spanning over 10,000 years
it is in these moments,
lost in the world,
that you realize your humble insignificance,
in this insurmountable, limitless universe of ours.
yet you are reminded that you are still a part of all of this.
your infinite place in time,
however vast our history.
the immortal stories of what you hear,
& your eternal oneness with the rest of civilisation;
among the indescribable greatness of humankind.
& i could see for miles, miles, miles. .