Recently in Summer 2006 Category

I got to LSE on a sunny London morning. Did not get much sleep in Paris, though... I was too busy trying to get out of the residence halls, and making sure my things were with someone who could take care of them (merci à toi le champion JJ... ). In the Eurostar I found Delia, who was going over there with her boyfriend. They were taking advantage of a proper vacation time; I was heading to another school to work my bum off... (I mean... once you pop, you can't stop).

I got to London with a piece of luggage in hand, and two in my back: A backpack with my laptop and some books, and the camera backpack.

This was what I saw from bus 341 while crossing Waterloo Bridge:

I'd been there before. These streets vaguely remember me. As a child, as a man coming into being. As someone who searches to open the mind.

The residence hall was ok.

There I saw Marion, who guided me around. The next day (Sunday 1st) she took me to the campus.

I kind of miss our walks in the mornings; I used to bother her so much that she would get all upset and stuff... French style: "Tais toi!!!".

The next day, we had our introductory day at LSE. There, I would get my first taste of good, lovely Birtish humour.

I got back to Mexico on a hot French day. I was tired of packing, planning my way to the airport, finding stuff to move, leave or throw away.

I had to leave London one week earlier eventhough I wanted to stay. Stay in bed. Stay calm, and above all, at peace.

Now, my problem lies on the fact that I was not sure about this peace. Is it a peace of mind? Is it a peace of heart? Is it peace of the soul? It became a non-peace... I still had to run; run back to France; to reality...

London went by blazingly fast... just as the rest of our lives.

Then came Paris. My heart-breaking goodbye. An "I'm too busy to care" type of goodbye. Just walking around taking photos at 7 in the morning, just as the sun came up to light up these shadows I've walked through...

Then packing and thinking what I'd done. I'd been around... thinking. About people not talking and feelings that make you stare speechless.

Thinking about the aesthetic ideal that just comes to mind; about its imperfections and the way a set of shadows could reveal it so mysterious and silent. The aesthetics of a muse that has yet to prove herself true. I know it; I can feel it coming....

It all came to an end as the sea of lights marked the sign I've known for the most part of my life. The largest city in the world. A true sea of lights that extends as far as your eyes can see.

And so another year's passed by. With a bit of everything... fun, images, failures, friendships and just time. Another year that's made me this being I am now.