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From Here We Go Sublime

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Paris, France

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Just arrived Dullles-Reykjavik-Paris, just arrived, 26-hour trip, no sleep. I see things. I see a grizzly looking Spaniard selling old railway lanterns at the flea market, I see muslim men playing basketball in skull caps, I see a Michael Faraday experiment with glowing orange bulbs and copper wires enclosed in glass that turns out to be just an elevator. I see a stout Frenchwoman closing the gates of Pere Lachaise, no more dead, we’ve had enough of you.

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I see the cars on boulevard de Ménilmontant, I see the people at the cafes, from the cafes, have a seat, have a beer, have a moment to think, we could have this moment whenever we stop caring, giving a little bit less of shit about the abstract, a little bit more about the actual. Trade your paper tickets for food and know that you came out ahead, know that that the food is the point.

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la tour eiffel, paris france

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I smell fresh bread, the warm fecund of cheese, the acrid smell of cigarette smoke on the street. I hear the whine of mopeds, distinct and distant from the rushing wind of passing cars, or the roar of buses blasting by this park bench.

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I feel the subway rumble the bench beneath me, I feel the tremble of the aircraft in pockets of turbulence, the tremor of the wing jolts you out of sleep. I feel the flutter of pigeon wings looking for a roost. I feel the present, I feel the past, I don’t feel the future. I feel better.

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- Ricardo-viajero - February 23, 2018 at 4:28 p.m. -

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Muy buenas! me ha agradado esta nota, espero haber cogidobuena nota, me encanta Tailandia y espero volver proximamente -me quedo chequeando alguna mas, me sumo a ver las actualizaciones, muchas gracias

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- viajero - March 25, 2019 at 2:26 p.m. -

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Hola me ha agradado mucho esta publicación, espero haber cogidobuena anotacion, amo Tailandia y planeo ir en breve me quedo chequeando alguna mas, me sumo -a ver las actualizaciones, muchas muchas gracias

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