You got a fast car. Is it fast enough so we can fly away?
I have a journal where I note down songs which resonate with my current situation, state of mind or a resurfacing memory. As saccharine and mellow this song is, the bitter-sweetness is magnetic, charming. The lyrics capture the idealistic nature of the relationship I relentlessly pursue, even when aware of it’s inevitably self-inflicting end. This song is about reckless abandon, hotel room whimsy and the moments curled up post-orgasm. Gravitated back to earth with feelings of defiance; two humans melded by their longings to escape.
I just learned about this place called Shakespeare and Company, situated right outside Notre Dame in Paris. You can go there and sleep for free, for just a night or a few weeks. One dude reportedly stayed here for years. During the day you’re welcome to write or make art among the bookshelves.
All they ask is that you read their books, tend their store for a couple of hours each day, and put a one-page autobiography in their already extensive library. A lot of people here speak English, and lots of the books are in English as well. If you live here, you’re called a Tumbleweed, how cute is that?! (Here’s a link to one blogger’s experience.) I think I’m going to put another item on my bucket list…
