I'm in love with the world

experiential.

almost everything is a question of taste, every particularlity has its own charm and whether or not you see it is up to your eyes and your mind. even your mood

how else can you explain me disliking the city of paris. is possible to dislike a city? i loved the buildings, they are gorgeous bastations of pomp, of art for the sake of art, a complete rejection of boring boring similiarity, only boring cultures make boring buildings

but even that is not true because everything has a history! a context! nothing is boring! only boring people are ever bored!

i loved the parisian people, they know what they want but still they smoke too much, drink too much coffee, and eat too much cheese. my theory is that they are all constipated.

anyways, so right now i am in chile, 2nd day with my host family but i would like to update you all on my last two months soooo.. here goes

after the most glorious celebration of change, i.e. new years (right? what could be more significant than changing a digit in the date. not like it happens from day to day, i packed up my stuff-filled life and took off for the east. kind of like colonialism, but in reverse