the city

Jolie 2022-04-23 07:02:49

Paris, European-style streets and buildings, dilapidated subway stations, interweaving French and English, people in a hurry... These seem to be no different from Ottawa. Our imaginings of what distant and exotic landscapes will look like are all illusions. The same clouds and wind, the same withered leaves and hustle and bustle, the city may be like this.
But where did those urban feelings come from? There must be a reason for the wishes of those who were born in the old age and the sense of belonging of those souls.
Those reasons may spread in casual details. When I saw the smile of the beautiful Muslim girl in the photo, it shone brightly in the sun; when I saw the red trench coat swaying in the wind, and one hand waved the railing beside me; when I saw the lip prints on Wilde's tomb; When I see that iconic move of the comedian, the beauty of turning a sad face into a smile instantly.
Our lives are the same calm, when some subtle things sneak into the depths of our hearts, we all smile tacitly, from this we know that this is the meaning of our existence.
We are all like that traveler, traveling alone, doing ordinary things, eating ordinary food, and suddenly thought of a beautiful memory from many years ago, and suddenly moved by where we are. We exist, perhaps there are many sorrows, perhaps there are many feelings that are difficult to express, and we suddenly feel the weight of life. Such a poetic experience, these emotions that have been submerged in daily triviality, suddenly emerged. From this we know that this is the meaning of the journey, the journey of the body and the journey of the heart.

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  • Thomas: And you were accepted, of course. You moved from Boston to Paris into a little apartment on the rue du Faubourg-Saint-Denis. I showed you our neighborhood, my bars, my school. I introduced you to my friends, my parents. I listened to your texts, your singing, your hopes, your desires, your music. You listened to mine. My Italian, my German, a bit of Russian. I gave you a walkman. You gave me a pillow. And one day, you kissed me. Time went by, time flew and everything seemed so easy, so simple, so free, so new, so unique. We went to the movies, we went dancing, we went shopping, we laughed, you cried, we swam, we smoked, we shaved, you screamed; sometimes for no reason, or for a reason. Yes, sometimes for a reason. I brought you to the academy, I studied for my exams, I listened to your singing, to your hopes, your desires, your music. You listened to mine. We were close, so close, ever so close. We went to the movies, we swam, we laughed. You screamed, sometimes for a reason and sometimes without. Time went by, time flew. I brought you to the academy, I studied for my exams. You listened to my Italian, German, Russian, French. I studied for my exams. You screamed, sometimes for a reason. Time went by for no reason. You screamed for no reason. I studied for my exams, my exams, my exams. Time went by, you screamed, you screamed, you screamed. I went to the movies.

  • Zarka: [speaking to Franois] I'm surprised to see you here.

    Zarka: I'm Zarka.

    Franois: Franois... How are your hands.

    Zarka: Ok.

    Zarka's Grandfather: It was good of you to help her.

    Franois: Only natural.