I spent a semester in Paris. It was alright, I was lonely. My laptop was stolen. I spent a lot of time walking. I got back to Montreal, started two bands and lived in shitty apartments. It was better, I felt good.
I was out the other day and felt energized and optimistic, like I could roam for ages and never get tired. I thought about that feeling of wandering endlessly alone, and of having endless energy, and they felt kindred.