Time and space: I've been thinking about objects and how much space they take up and how that space is the same as time. A can of tuna would be about one minute, a bottle of bleach more like 5 minutes. If you look at objects and start to dissolve them, turn them opaque, even the ground-then you find yourself floating in a sea of crystal clear jellyfish. Time is just an object sitting on the table in front of us, it moves around, in and out and everywhere. It could be the iron in your cupboard and a starfish on the moon. So, next time I say I'll see you in a pot of coffee and doughut, I'm really saying I'll see you in 5 minutes ( 3 min for the cup of coffee, 2 minutes for the doughnut with napkin).

Why am I still in Montreal?
I don't know. My heart is waiting for something.
Do I still love Montreal?
Yes.
Do I love this cold?
No, I don't love it but I don't mind it anymore now that the heat is on.
Will I eventually come to hate the winter like everyone else says?
Hopefully not. I didn't fold into winter for nothing.

I went to a French bookstore the other day and something strange and hauntingly familiar happened: a memory ( a desire of a memory) of a beautiful summer day in a field filled me with joy. I don’t know where it exists, if it was mine or something from the future, of a past, of a dream, of an idea; melancholic lapse of time, things too beautiful to create solid in the mind, but lay heavily, invisible on the heart.

So, yes---every day is new, and I’m peeling off everything as much as I can so that I can just live new to new to new to new. The foundation/home is in the soles of my shoes. I’m looking into getting some sturdy boots.

I love the roundness of his counterweights at the top, I love him for the narrowness of his jibs, I love him for the elegant lines of his gondola which is now covered for the winter. It's never really goodbye to anyone... I have told you many times before and I will many times repeat it, I love you.

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