Structure and Cosmetics

hi i am home. and (barely) alive.
i remember watching twilight in french on friday night. INTENSE.
i remember bumming around downtown montreal saturday and eating at a brazilian restaurant and talking to the owner in portuguese.
i remember going to korova and SUFFERING through some guys rapping during their soundcheck and then deciding to go to another club.
then i dont remember anything else. except maybe someone slapping me in the face, but i dont know if that really happened, or it was in my mind. i do recall having vodka spilled down my back.
i foggily can recall rolling out of bed sunday and schlepping around downtown for coffee/tea, going to mont-royal and lying (SLEEPING) in the grass listening to tam tams being played by hundreds of hippies, and the slight scent of patchouli wafting over us as other hippies ran around shaking their dreadlocks dancing to the beat. and waking up like 2 hours later sunburnt and with a sunglass tan.

i had an amazing time. i DREAM to be able to work in montreal during the summer.
it was surreal to be able to hang out/see almost everyone again. nothing has really changed. we're all the same people.
and that's really reassuring.