Washington Adventure
Back in my room after a twenty-four-hour adventure in Washington with the girl I met one week ago at the end of the Matisse in Nice exhibit. Intense and strange, too much of everything too fast.
Just to recover is what I now want. Thinking about my friend from Canada, I called her and told her I was back, waiting to talk to her when she comes back, here in my room with my books, as I am, as I want to be, like to be.
How dreadful and intense and wonderful Washington was last night. So much like a long dream but I want to keep it that, not make or let that which I experienced become my life or the quality of my life. For all the wild dancing and new music it was still emotionally dull, and I appreciate scenes and situations and most of all people in my past more than ever before.
Among the worst things were no snacks and no breakfast.
argos - white
argent - silver
“The past glows with a sunset flush of poetry. The future is cold with sad features sharply defined. But the past fades into indistinctness, while the future broadens into perfect clarity of day” (John Addington Symonds, In the Key of Blue).