Back in Madrid for a week.
Is who I am determined by what I do, eat, think
where I walk, and connections i link
Brief updates:
consumed-addicted to learning Arabic (classical), but still, fascinating and challenging
often remembering you
freezing, literally, still, in Madrid
still drinking cafe con leche
reading: Neruda poetry, a book in Spanish by E. Rico, homework blah blah- trying to suck value from it
feeling cold, un-inspired, like i'm in a consumer-aesthetic driven culture and i want to smash its glass bubble-suffocating state
dreaming of sunshine, warmth, when i will make money and not spend it
thinking i need to stop thinking of money
trying to find positive, but when life moves so fast and cold and
i dont want to whirl with it
nor stand still
how and where do i go
(which translates into)
how do i be
who am i
and
why
(questioning everything stage)
friends and letters are sweet
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