Vol du nuit

Things have begun to fall from the sky. I would say they resemble cold coconut flakes drizzling from the whipped cream clouds. That is to only be possible if we lived in a world where everything were edible. Our calories would be split in two for deep fried air bites, i suppose our wallets would as well. Montreal now appears to be transformed into a winter wonderland where slippy ice awaits under your every step. My boots were like two GT Racer sliding through the city streets I'm surprised I was able to maintain my balance. I decided to be productive and went out into the cold day, armed with layers of scarfs. I was excited to hit up some shopping, nothing exciting just the essentials like tees and socks. I indulged by checking out Winners shoe section, temptation was all around but often not my size. It was hard to let go of some pairs that fit just right and the tight squeeze was easily explained by the sexy design. Rationality rushed over me and I left to get my art attack. Checking out the space where I will be doing various things like drawing, painting, talking, walking and the like. I snapped some pictures and headed off to an french placement test. Like always I proved to be late, I roamed through the snowy streets like an etherized patient. My familiarity of the streets failed me. I finally found my way probably 20mins too late. I felt like I was in somewhat of a daze, I ended up taking a french test which I didn't expect. I searched my mental archive of french grammar and took out anything i felt was an appropriate response. My slippy boots led me to Pi, a cafe whose patrons are predominately older men who enjoy playing chess and talking trash to each other as they play chess. I heard many mincing slurs as my friend and I discuss the various topics that entertained our minds. Laughter was shared over delicious pesto sandwiches, double brie for some, vegetarian for others.

Time is somewhat irrelevant at the moment
The movement of the sun has proved to only numb
my senses,
and so it passes to the moon
and yet here i still stand
unable to stir a movement
unable to stir a ghost,
and yet here i still stand
waiting for the passing of the guard
to come this way.

I was sent a link to represent the island of Jeu-Jeu, located in the waters off of south korea. Apparently there are oreums to climb and "there mountains for tobaganing

orange orchards,small restaurants,it's good times". My friend introduced me to an artist who was inspired by the landscape of Jeu-Jeu. His portrayal of the island differed from what many viewed gorgeous. He often perfected his shots that a hold note against the beauty within the dreary.
CHECK IT OUT
Kim Young Gap; I liked this line the most when describing his mission.
" He waited until there was no more beauty left for Jeju to give and then he would take his picture."

Today was a simple retreating from the daunting task of realizing reality. I went to one of my favorite spaces; la bibliotecque nationalle. I picked up "The run also rises" with the intention of escaping the beginnings of a montreal winter. Finding my solitude in a past filled with cafes,pernod and loads of fiestas. I left feeling excited and gitty for what awaited me. I had a feeling of being mischevious, not like breaking fragile items but more in the sense of stepping out of my everyday routine. I took advantage of my latest necessary purchase of my Opus pass.
I feel like it provides me with a access to a secret underground world that always makes you feel like your going through menopause. I played around in the studio, I've been entertaining the idea of playing with black&white photography, maximizing on shadows and contrast. I like the results they are very simple and crisp. Many more photoshoots to come.
I am currently listening to a delicious rendition of "Light my fire" by Mr.Magical himself, Stevie WOnder. It seems i have come across some prime good stuff. "The album is entitled "My Cherie Amour" from goold old 1969. I can't imagine living in that year, so much social change was going on. I'm surprised the shifts did not create an earthquake.
Hibernation is in full effect
to the point that I don't know IF
i'll be able to handle staying in Montreal for say January-March
I've begun to contemplate stamping out my timecard till Spring comes around.
We'll see what goes down.

This is from the intro of "the sun also rises" I find it to speak universal truth.

One generation passeth away, and another generation cometh: but the earth abideth for ever. The sun also ariseth, and the sun goeth down, and hasteth to his place where he arose. The wind goeth toward the south, and turneth about unto the north; it whirleth about continually, and the wind returneth again according to his circuits........ All the rivers run into the sea; yet the sea is not full; unto the place from whence the rivers come, thither they return again.

Ecclesiastes