Le Deuxieume Fois

"One of the new things people began to find out in the last century was that thoughts--just mere thoughts--are as powerful as electric batteries--as good for one as sunlight is, or as bad for one as poison."

I've dreamt of that cobblestoned street in Paris, aside the river. Where everything is silent and empty and nothing bothers you. You and the river are one. The world reflects upside down, what you could be or what you are....it's up to you really to decide which you actually reflect.

I've never been to Paris though.

I like to think it's like Chinatown in "Chinatown," as Jack Nicholson said and as Billy Joel said about New York..."It's a state of mind."

Some places are beyond anything you're unlikely to experience.
It's more than Miss U.S.A falling during the Miss Universe pageant, more than your Korean neighbors playing their electric guitar into the unholiest hours of the morning, more than the boy who unashamedly stares at you in English class, more than the little girls who come to your work who fancy themselves to be 30 years old but are in fact 8 years old.

But I don't want to be lost in a hole of fantasy forever. I see what's happening in Nicaragua, in Venezuela, in Darfur, in Honduras. There are no true leaders.

Makes you want to hope for the future, but I was the future not that long ago...see how time quickly passed by me?

We're going to start reading The God of Small Things by Arundhati Roy in English now. I quite like the first lines of the chapter "Paradise Pickles & Preserves:"

"May in Ayemenem is a hot, brooding month. The days are long and humid. The river shrinks and black crows gorge on bright mangoes in still, dustgreen trees. Red bananas ripen. Jackfruits burst. Dissolute bluebottles hum vacuously in the fruity air. Then they stun themselves against clear windowpanes and die, fatly baffled in the sun."

Tomorrow is tomorrow and today has already been today and will soon be yesterday.
SPLAT!