"I'm tired and I'm retired"

2 days in Paris

Marion: It always fascinated me how people go from loving you madly to nothing at all, nothing. It hurts so much. When I feel someone is going to leave me, I have a tendency to break up first before I get to hear the whole thing. Here it is. One more, one less. Another wasted love story. I really love this one. When I think that its over, that I'll never see him again like this... well yes, I'll bump into him, we'll meet our new boyfriend and girlfriend, act as if we had never been together, then we'll slowly think of each other less and less until we forget each other completely. Almost. Always the same for me. Break up, break down. Drunk up, fool around. Meet one guy, then another, fuck around. Forget the one and only. Then after a few months of total emptiness start again to look for true love, desperately look everywhere and after two years of loneliness meet a new love and swear it is the one, until that one is gone as well. There's a moment in life where you can't recover any more from another break-up. And even if this person bugs you sixty percent of the time, well you still can’t live without him. And even if he wakes you up every day by sneezing right in your face, well you love his sneezes more than anyone else's kisses.

Self Infantalization

Self Infantilization, according to Wiki:
"to infantilize (third-person singular simple present infantilizes, present participle infantilizing, simple past and past participle infantilized)

1. (transitive) To reduce (a person) to the state or status of an infant.
2. (transitive) To treat (a person) like a child.

Allegedly we infantilize to create a nurturing response.

Summer storms

Is there anything nicer than walking home in the afternoon with thunder and lightening, and no rain.
Just grey cloud and warm wind.

Would have liked to have placed an image here but upon searching for "summer storm" images, all I found was a Y Tu Mama Tabien looking film with young boys lounging around a pool.

Old street

...someone should tell this to lady gaga.

Lap dancing.

I ran across a 6 lane highway in the rain last night. and it felt goooooooood.(granted i run across this most nights to get home. but rain. better.)

Desolation Row

"After trying to pull my nonexistent rank on an army of sexless girls in hereditary basic black, and failing, made the trip upstream again got a pitpass (this had me wondering if I had to go home to get my whites too)."

Artist PATRICIA OBERHAUS describing the "Bobby Dylan Scene" in Aspen magazine sounds just like my Saturday night.

And justfication for going to bed early at the party:
"An artist is a leader, however small his following, and the very substance of art is revolution and a questioning and sometimes overturning of the values of the society which nurtures it. So-called "antisocial" behavior is often the most constructive of all social behavior because it is an affirmation of the individual's right to exist individually in a collective structure."

...again from Aspen magazine. This time written by John Wilcock in "Wilcock on Underground Establishment"