I’m not dying yet. I’m getting older. Last week I was in Paris. I have been to Paris three times. In my teens, twenties, and thirties. I liked it best in my thirties. I felt more confident speaking failed French. I tried to make it funny, like throwing my hands around. It worked. Accentuate the failures. I think. I’m not dying yet. I’m getting older. In Paris, I biked or walked. I felt more in control of the city when I biked, even when I got lost. The feeling had something to do with momentum.
Tomorrow, in Los Angeles, I intend to walk down Sunset. I don’t want to be in control. I want to be slow. I want the world to creep up and around me. I want to set a new pace for the year. I don’t mind walking for hours.
Revising Loneliness 
I love how a remarkable trip can change your sense of time. To take it all in, especially in your own home where it is so easy to get lost in the day to day. Cant wait to hear about your trip my dear friend. Love you and your beautiful self!
Annie! Yes! I am waking up at 5:30 am now in LA! It’s actually quite nice and I want to keep doing this. Although, admittedly, I do crash a bit around noon. I love you so much and I’m so excited to have you and Wylie back in our city. When do you arrive? I can’t wait to see how Steven reacts to the news. 🙂