My last full day in Paris

My last full day in Paris

Rewind a little. I can do that because memory is like a VCR.

My last full day in Paris.
I walked in the park near the Eiffel Tower and everything was in slow motion.

I glanced (more than that..observed) a ping-pong match between a guy and his girlfriend.

From behind the fence and leaning on his tripod was Paul, the ponderer.


I saw life bounce back and forth. Like attraction and repulsion, a balancing act of quantum proportions. Huh?


I walked by the trees. Sat on a bench.
"I'm spent. And it's nice just sitting here."

I got up and walked. The tower in the distance. I saw memories. My life. Pieces of my past flowed and flourished in my head like a faucet of sweet nostalgia and sour bitterness, rolled into one eggroll.

Recent things first. Meeting people in hostels. Planning my trip. Going on it. Seeing the castles. Kaeylea, Kieran, and friendly Irish folk. It swirled, faster, then slower, as if time could be controlled. And no I'm not on drugs haha. Maybe heat exhaustion? Lol

But I saw them. Faces. How we met. How we spent the day. How we said goodbye. The wheel of life turns. Nothing is still yet my mind wants something to be. I don't know what.

Then back farther. Floor hockey. Work. School. Him. Her. You. The causal relations of how organized themselves sequentially, sped up for impatient nostalgia, and motivated by raging endorphins. It was quite the trip down memory lane.

I thought about how this ended. And began. How I miss that. But not this. Yet I still do. A then B then C.

Life is so sequential, like walking. I lost all ability to mourn, feel regret, and joy too and just let the memories and reality flow. I saw the events replay themselves with no inhibitions. My life as a free man, strolling down Paris.

It was a surreal way to end my Paris trip. For the second part of my journey was nearing it's end. The third part of my journey was about to begin..