Why writing and why Paris

I will not pretend I have something to say that the rest of the world needs to hear. I just wish I can say something others would remember. But I don't really care about others. I write because I can't bear the thought that I cannot.

Writing in Paris is not about writing nor about Paris. I know I can't write. I don't need to travel halfway around the world to figure that out or even to change that. At the end of two months, if I ever make it there and stay that long, there won't be a novel coming out or even a draft of a novel forming. I go to Paris because I can't bear the thought that I'm not already there.

There goes a happy life.

"The folly of mistaking a paradox for a discovery, a metaphor for proof, a torrent of verbiage for a spring of capital truths, and oneself for an orator, is inborn in us."

—Paul Valéry, Introduction to the Method of Leonardo da Vinci