Albeit the sun not shining today, I am extremely motivated and carefully counting every second I can spare for the 1000000 projects I am merely involved in.
There must be an aspect of lightness and elation in spreading oneself too thin that a great mind like that of Milan Kundera did not explore in his unbearable lightness of being. I ponder...
I am worried about my ever euphoric state that has not peeked ever since I settled in Paris. I am close to free-hugging strangers off the street and for no reason besides the dissipation of too much energy that is beyond the realm of adrenaline. Too much love will kill only who has never loved or been loved.
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