When I travel, I confront my past selves: the curious and idealistic, the wistful and unhappy versions of me.
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Fleeting Love in the Time of Ambiguous Cinema, Part II
But here, on this earth, the seasons change. And somewhere along the way, I lost him. To this day, I don’t know how, I don’t know where, I don’t know to whom, and I don’t know why.
But all that is irrelevant, as two more summers have come and gone. The only thing important to note: He was not the one.
Fleeting Love in the Time of Ambiguous Cinema, Part I
And so I walked home. Part of me had wanted to say I did yearn for a summer love affair. But if I was to have a true love affair, it was going to be with Montreal, not a man.
A Triptych on Hieronymus Bosch, Love, and Madrid
As a whole, The Garden of Earthly Delights is cohesive: the chaos, ultimately, makes sense. The first time I looked at it, in my art history class in high school, I was perplexed—even uneasy. Since then, this painting has become a metaphor for how I put things together, as a memoirist and thinker.