One of the only places in Juan Les Pins that has free internet is the laundromat a few blocks from our apartment. The song "New Soul" by French artist Yael Naim just came on the radio and it made me feel like writing because in that moment, things made a lot of sense to me.
I'm a new soul
I came to this strange world
Hoping I could learn a bit bout how to give and take
But since I came here, felt the joy and the fear
Finding myself making every possible mistake
See I'm a young soul in this very strange world
Hoping I could learn a bit bout what is true and fake
But why all this hate? try to communicate
Finding trust and love is not always easy to make
I got on the wrong train today and ended up very far from where I wanted to be. Since the next train wasn't coming for about 45 minutes, I took the opportunity to explore a little on my own for the first time on the trip. Here's what I found:
French graffiti is more beautiful, I think, than in America.
If you look genuinely confused, people will go out of their way to help you.
If you look mildly confused, people will assume you know what you're doing and are just choosing to be annoying.
Loneliness doesn't have anything to do with how many people are surrounding you.
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
notes from the laundromat
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oo dear MK, i can definitely relate to and agree with your post on all accounts. except here in nyc, people pretty much just ignore you no matter how confused you look. unless you're in their way - then they bulldoze you while spewing a stream of expletives in your face on the way down.
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