So here I am. Paris.
The same hostel, the same room, the same month as two years ago. It`s grey outside, cold and though i am sitting at the window and it is light outside it does not seem to make a lot of difference inside.
i am quiet. indeed i do not speak to a soul except for my own or this paper but rather, or moreover, i feel immersed in the quietness of a city half asleep. -more will be posted when i’m back. due to the limits of acient tablet technology