Finding myself

Most of this doesn't mean anything anymore and I don't think there's anything more sad about this life.

Paris VI // Près du Centre Pompidou

Paris V // Près de l'hôtel de ville

There were lights and racing bodies, but I kept the gleam.

Found

In Paris, we found a German book store, ironically. They had a few old, already read books on sale, and I couldn't resist to buy this Nietzsche edition from the sixties.
When I came home, I found a metro ticket between the pages. Someone must have used it as a reading mark. I think it is as old as the book is, and I couldn't help but smile.

Secrets

I do not want to lie to my typewriter.
My life is not regular; at least I try not to let it become predictable, normal, daunting.

Lights in silent winter

I hope you don't die, my dear.
The school can be a lonely place.

Meanwhile in the record store

"Bonjour mademoiselle, est-ce que je peux vous aider?" Non, merci... J'aime être ici.

Paris IV // Notre Dame

Two faces and very angry birds. Happy Birthday by the way, you are beautiful.

Paris III // La tour Eiffel

 And it's so much more.