departure

in case you hadn't noticed, i'm moving to france. maybe not soon. but things are better there for me. i overheard a french guy in kensington the other day, and i couldn't hear what he was saying, but the mannerisms and the facial expressions totally devoid of smiles or excitment and instead totally full of the word "bof" - sorta like whatever. there is a beautiful negativity where life is total shit over there and that is the norm, and it's insane and it gets you down and they are so french about it, but those reactions are just superficial. truth is, it's liberating to be in a fucking bad mood or to hate a play or to just be pissy and to vocalize it as much as possible. to me, creativity comes out of mistakes and mishaps, not from orthodontist-perfect smiles and perky perfection seekers. 

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