I won't forget about Paris

I'm done with Paris or rather Paris is done with me. So what did I learn? A lot, too much, but all of it is helpful.

I know I haven't written, but hey, sometimes a writer has to do what a writer has to do. I'm trying to say that Paris taught me to love myself and to love writing in itself without questioning my love for it and its usefulness. Paris forced me to mature in a few days and to learn that love is overrated and even dangerous when it becomes existential...

Am I going to blog more before the end of the year? I will try, but the end of 2010 is magical and I have to clean up some of the mess that came with my fresh enlightenment. If you are worried about me, don't be, I'm  just crossing the Gobi and I will be back stronger.