Month: June 2017

When in Paris

“Paris was a universe whole and entire unto herself, hollowed and fashioned by history; so she seemed in this age of Napoleon III with her towering buildings, her massive cathedrals, her grand boulevards and ancient winding medieval streets–as vast and indestructible as nature itself. All was embraced by her, by her volatile and enchanted populace thronging the galleries, the theaters, the cafes, giving birth over and over to genius and sanctity, philosophy and war, frivolity and the finest art; so it seemed that if all the world outside her were to sink into darkness, what was fine, what was beautiful, what was essential might there still come to its finest flower. Even the majestic trees that graced and sheltered her streets were attuned to her–and the waters of the Seine, contained and beautiful as they wound through her heart; so that the earth on that spot, so shaped by blood and consciousness, had ceased to be the earth and had become Paris.” – Anne Rice, Interview with the Vampire

These Days

Dear Antariksa, I love you on sunny days and rainy days. I love your messy hair and how you smell in the morning. I love how easy it always is to distract you and how difficult it is to make you laugh. I love your smile that comes slowly and the sight of your gapped teeth. I love your impatience and your swinging appetite. I love your inability to sleep 12 hours straight or crawl when you are 7 months old like those babies on those shiny parenting books. I just love you. To me you are perfect. I hope that if you read this one day, you’ll give me a call. Because I might be sitting on the front porch remembering these days, when we both sat comfortably in silent, watching the rainfall. Love, Ibu