Joan Was Right.

Only always and every time.

I have been writing, just not here. It’s nothing personal, I just haven’t felt like I have anything to say in the long form that hasn’t already been said better by any number of more talented writers.

Also, I am just tired. The world is such shit right now. It feels so much like the bad guys are winning. It’s even worse when people who tell you they love you are supporting the very bad guys that would demean you for who you love, the color of your skin, your gender, your faith - or absence of it. I know love is not always a simple, or even an easy thing, but I do believe that love is NOT siding with those who make it okay to dehumanize those you profess to love.

So I’ve been stuck. Is this world even worth fighting for?

Then as I was organizing my photos after spending the weekend out and about snapping shots around Paris I stumbled across an old meme I’d saved.

Joan Didion hung on my wall when I was a teen. Smart has always been sexy.

That first sentence carries so much, don’t you think? Seems I have forgotten lately that I don’t have to fix the world. It’s arrogant to think I can. Sure, I can make my small part of it better, but anymore that feels akin to shoveling water off the Titanic with a shot glass.

So I sat there staring at this image. Reading it. Then reading it again. Then hearing that voice in my head remind me that, yes, I have read this in the past countless times and forgot. And I will likely forget again.

But for now it is that gentle reminder that I need. This is my life and, while the world has decided to lose it’s goddamn mind, I still owe it to myself - and to Joan - to live it. My end is much closer than my beginning so I really should get back to it.

The world being a huge blue ball of suck is not an excuse.

It’s late in Paris and today was a hot one. Triple digits according to my Frameo. But now it’s back to the 70s and people are outside at the bistrot across the street enjoying the respite from the ungodly heat. I can hear the laughter from the patrons outside and the music from within.

I kept Dexter inside most of the day except for incredibly short walks to do his business so tonight we’ll be taking a midnight stroll through this magnificent city.

Then… I will sit in front of this MacBook Pro of mine and type up some words for a story I have been working on for quite some time… in my head mostly, but still.

Here’s a few of my favorite photos from this weekend.

Thank you so much for bothering to read my nonsense.

Paris in June