"We all fear death and question our place in the universe. The artist's job is not to succumb to despair, but to find an antidote for the emptiness of existence."
I belong in this world, this romantic, dreamy, luminescent city of Paris. I belong in a land of imagination. I want to get lost in thought, without being lost. I want to smell the air and feel the warmth on my skin. I want to feel and hear the pitter patter of the pouring rain. I want to hear the hustle and bustle of the city; the poetic murmur of the people, the whisper of the willow trees. I want to smell the clean, crisp air; the scent of roses and freshly baked pastries. I want to watch the sky turn from a sweet pink into a dark midnight blue. And watch the twinkling lights slowly illuminate the city. Quiet reverie. This is Paris.
I want to spend morning, afternoon, evening and midnight in Paris. Paris, je t'aime.