i don't feel needed or wanted in any general kind of way. nothings asked of me, certainly nothings required. my greatest task in life, apparently, is going to be figuring out what to do with myself in the first place. nothing in my education has prepared me for this. it's as if an identity where some sort of bequest my predecessors were meant ( Read more... )

i wanna boogie wch yu
i wanna boogie wch yu
oh, yeah
boogie wch yu

i love proper homey french breakfast with a baguette and a big bowl of coffee with milk! this is definitely going to be part of my life from now on . . . as are rolling one's own cigarettes, tech-house parties (!), supping late and teeny little cups of espresso.

I am not the person I know ( Read more... )

i've become extremely fond of sitting and staring into space. pure contemplation is vastly underrated. there are so many people in this little college place, and they're all so preoccupied. it's like a farce, if you just stop and look at it.

Friend ( Read more... )

bye-bye to paris tommorrow, le sniff-sniff. i went to the pompidou today, which fucked my brain, of course. it was almost upsetting. actually parts of it were entirely upsetting, i got very upset. but then my dear dear servas host anne leroy made me this lovely sort of pork pot-au-feu - she stewed the pork with lovely aromatics (including ( Read more... )

have arrived in la rochelle - it's desperately beautiful. meeting josè ibero in anjers at 7:00. had a lovely petit dejeuner; got chatted up by coked up swedes; had a baguette with lovely ham and even lovelier butter on it. i always forget how good the butter is here - and the coffee. it makes life so much more worth living. i suppose i'm lucky ( Read more... )

trying to find accomodations in france - i should just fuaj-it, but that feels like giving up. hannah's horses are really beautiful and if they were staying i think i might. still raining - i wish i'd get one dry day! oh well.

back home in ireland, which hasn't changed a bit. they still play bingo on the radio and put butter in all their sandwiches. reading a guide to writing by robert louis stevenson which is quite good. dear relative fell off one of the f%£%$cking horses my sister keeps in our field, but he's stable. it's mizzling out - does it do that in the ( Read more... )