In Paris...

I’ll be in Paris for two weeks. I’m staying at a friends’ flat, feeding their cat while they’re away enjoying the southern shores and sun. Paris is so calm in those days, just like the office. It feels good, better than last time I went here in May because it’s easier to concentrate and I feel less overwhelmed by all the (new) faces I see. I think this near-emptiness borders on the apathetic side though, but maybe it’s just me trying to feel sad for some reason.

Also, I’ve been having the worse can of stupid dreams lately. I’d rather have weird Freudian dreams rather than those Hollywood blockbusters with happy ends.