Je suis une flâneuse

"If you are lucky enough to have lived in Paris as a young man, then wherever you go for the rest of your life, it stay with you, for Paris is a movable feast." -Ernest Hemingway

I have decided to move to Paris in January and have absolutely no way of justifying it other than to say "c'est la vie."

A thin line between love... and being a writer.

"Any authentic work of art must start an argument between the artist and his audience."

-Rebecca West

Being a writer is tricky. In order to be worthy of relevance, you have to say something unique. Doing so, however, makes your work vulnerable to critique, inevitably allowing it to be weighed on a scale of good vs. bad, agreeable vs. disagreeable, wrong vs. right. What would be the point of reading something that you can't argue with or against? Why read something that doesn't challenge you to establish an opinion? And that's the sitch- to be a writer you have to be OK with being hated.

I know that this whole writing pursuit is a little futile and completely self-indulgent. But you only live once. And what would be the point of it all if you can't allow yourself to be a little capricious and impractical, all in the name of passion?

My point exactly.

To Live (and Blog) Deliberately

"I went into the woods because I wished to live deliberately and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived." -Henry David Thoreau

What comes first: the purpose or the blog?

Blogging for the sake of it seems completely valid to me. Even though it is understandable to ask "what's your blog about," isn't the point of a blog to be about nothing?

If forced to explain the motivating factor behind my recent blogging it would have to be this:

I simply want to capture this unique part of my life. Of being 23, living in New York, traveling as much as I possibly can, and trying to figure out everything else along the way.

My Muse

"...and sat there for over an hour, his mind racing the paths of fruitless and wretched self absorption..."

-F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Beautiful and the Damned

Someone once told me I should be a muse.

It was during a hardcore makeout session on the front lawn of the Grand Hotel, in a blow up chair, at the Cannes Film Festival.

This is my life.

Need I say more?