Proud people bring sorrow upon themselves
Monday, October 15, 2007
Tu t'etais ou?
Once I was lost in the Parisien crowd. I could not find any familiar faces in the ocean of tourists and natives alike. I lost my bearing in the midst of ambiguity. Where am I, I screamed on top of my lungs. Usually restrained by my own cautious choices, I amazed myself and yelled until I gone hoarse but no answer, only to be met with raised eye brows and half hearted smiles. I felt that my voice was coming from a long distance, from far back in my skull, as if it was travelling over territories which I had never glimpsed. I must have gone mad, events had conspired to shatter the gentle rhythm of my life, I muttered, as the crowd went its nonchalant ways, ignoring others who were crazy enough to visit this overpriced yet beautiful city.