hiding away

this apartment represents a fluid environment, in which people tend to pass in and out...the best analogy i can think of is a selectively permeable membrane, where the selection is by relationships with the native (i.e. children or parents) inhabitants. in my suburban maryland household this never happened. the one sofa we have in our house does not collapse into a bed. every one other than the leather one here decomposes into a mattress and even has a drawer underneath for bedding. ingenious, really. it makes me feel like i'm never alone.

tonight, florent and claire ate with me and we watched the last half hour of a fairly morbid film with kevin spacey (dubbed in french of course) called "swimming with sharks." i have not the energy to stay up til midnight to watch the oscars. i suppose i will have to read about the moving speeches given by the teary-eyed directors and in-shock actors.

goodnight, tout le monde, and i hope that someone jettes un oeil at this blog sometime. and comments. i refuse to create an alternate universe. this is me, stealing a bit of wifi from a neighbor, in my hardwood floors room with high ceilings and leftover jazz posters from when cyrille slept in this lofted bed. i thought i would be scared of the height, but climbing down the ladder has become just another morning ritual, like pulling on my robe, bleary-eyed, and opening the shutters to greet the grey paris day.