Saturday, August 13, 2011

Tout ce qui est atteint est détruit

- 11 weeks, 4 days (81 days...in case you're bad at basic math)
- 10 countries: Germany, Hungary, United Kingdom, Portugal, Italy, Spain, Belgium, France, Monaco, Ireland
- 23 cities: Dusseldorf, Berlin, Budapest, London, Lisbon, Porto, Rome, Florence, Venice, Seville, Brussels, Bruges, Paris, Grenoble, Lyon, Nice, Cannes, Beaulieu-sur-Mer, Sisteron, Eze, Saint-Paul, Monte Carlo--more complicated, but we'll call it a city--, Dublin
- 10 planes
- 7 trains
- countless buses, metros, tubes, trams, taxis, strikes, riots, heaps of friends made, decisions made both good and bad

And my crazy, expensive, busy and altogether unforgettable summer in Europe has come to an end as I type this from my desk in Normal, IL. I literally went back to Normal last night. The irony is heavy enough to annihilate something strong...a bridge? a house? a car? whatever (churches, lead, very small rocks, a duck).

"A few times in my life I've had moments of absolute clarity, when for a few brief seconds the silence drowns out the noise and I can feel rather than think, and things seem so sharp and the world seems so fresh. I can never make these moments last. I cling to them, but like everything, they fade. I have lived my life on these moments. They pull me back to the present, and I realize that everything is exactly the way it was meant to be."





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