there is a quiet moment when the bottles are calming our violent insides and the voices turn silent, tiptoeing towards the river, waiting for our feet to slip. it isn't a surprise that your second nature is to cast your fishing line and cut all ties to your throne, a cigarette ash like a pencil falling in your lap before you realize you haven't written a word. i swallowed my tongue in the bridge collapse. we'll go to the island and drink like we promised, though our patterns become obscured and we walk into ethereal bitterness, 4am, 7am, carousel, and i'm numb, like you, living like the humiliation doesn't come at a price - the bed on the sidewalk, the limbs in the trees, the flies in your ears. erase, repeat.

j'aime les greniers

top image: henry bourne
bottom: hortze elsma
(re/remodelista)

SO SAD

a horrible moment. i ALMOST had a tear.
sorry totoro...

lazy.

there is not much to say at the moment, except:
-i've been sleeping all day, recovering from a night picnic in belleville gone crazy party at my house...(card games, broken bottles, lost socks.)
-i was happy to have something to clean today; it's soothing.
-my birthday flower is still alive. evidently i am not a plant murderer as was previously thought.
-i sent about a million postcards and letters yesterday.
-i am going broke quickly. fun.

eventually, when i can move my limbs again, i will put up some pictures of a futuristic library we found on my street. a bientot...

i miss canadian trees
and annoying silence

labour and wait: london

i found this store a long time ago but their products are so cool (culinary seeds, radio kits, french candles, rope doorstops, swedish moose firelighters) ... i will be their #1 customer if i come back to europe in the new year!

visage, country tape, muji.

so i have decided to share little bits of my notebook
from my birthday

the strangest thing happened. i was walking through the marais and saw a folded up piece of paper on the sidewalk. i passed it, but something kept making me think about it and suddenly i ran back to it and picked it up. i know it sounds gross but it was definitely the most interesting thing that happened to me that day once i opened it (besides, of course, the VERY shocking thai massage...i won't go into detail)!

the letter reads:

il était une fois, au pays des Jeans, un Monsieur que s'appelait Jean-Martin voulait se marier avec Jean-Alphonse! Mais au pays des Jean, les Jean était homophobes alors ils ne pouvraient pas se marier!

il était une fois, au pays des Jeans, une Jean canon Jean-Margoux; une Jean a gros seins Jean-Estelle; une Jean amorescque avec yeux bleus; Jean-Lea; une Jean cochonne; Jean-Clara; une Jean roucoulante; Jean-Rebecca; une Jean maime; Jean-Lucie, une Jean en surpoids; Jean-Emma, une Jean moche; Jean-Aurélie. Et, dans ce pays des jeans

and it stops.

weird, isn't it?

i love it. i hope it doesn't say anything too vulgar. my french is horrible.

on another note, a great note, i got this postcard in the mail from jaime!!! i was so excited to recieve a postcard on my birthday!

thank you jaime, i love those gardens! :) yours is in the mail, though it's a bit big, so it may take some time to reach you...

so the rest of the bday-day was a bit of a blur, between the thai massage, the crazy vintage clothing stores, the letter, the horrible sushi restaurant (for those of you at home who know my birthday tradition- it failed miserably this year. it was like eating cardboard KFC.), the flowers we bought in a miniature bucket that smell like wet towels but are SO cute...

etc. etc.

it's time to cook some dinner and watch french tv.

a bientot...