Tiny Restless Thing

i'm addicted to nighttime now, i guess. i love it. although there aren't really any stars in new york city's sky, the few that i can see are bright enough. there's only one place in this whole entire world i'd also want to be: paris. specifically, sitting on a blanket on the side of the seine river. you know how once you learn something you start seeing it everywhere? well, ever since over the summer when i started reading this book, "a long way gone," by ishmael beah, i've begun to notice the moon, read about the moon, watch movies that involved the moon. everything has suddenly begun to revolve around the fucking moon. paris has both the moon and the stars. it has a scent too, of bliss. but, new york city has one thing paris will never have: vivaciousness. whether the people are awake or not, the lights are always there to set afire the streets. who could get lost in this city?