nuit sur les champs-élysées.

those that know me well know that i will often quietly slip into streams of depression. in the past, this has been linked to stressful situations, personal rejection, lack of sunlight, lack of purpose, et cetera. an accompanying emotion to this is loneliness, and considering that i live now in a city of over 12 million, it’s surprising how often i feel completely alone.

the funny thing is that i’m not really alone. i can list at least 10 people that i call friends here: in no particular order, adrienne, elsa, david, aurelie, murat, jason, stepho, juliette, julien, nico…

but still, i’m falling back into that warm embrace of introversion and depression.