Quand il me prend dans ses bras
il me parle tous bas
Je vois la vie en rose
Month: June 2016
Hey there stranger.
Seems like it’s been a while since I’ve last talked to you. And I can’t help but to miss you terribly.
I wonder what you’re doing when I’m not there. I wonder if you’re happy, if you’re hurting.
Maybe you’re just as lonely as I am. I wouldn’t know. You keep things so carefully hidden and like I said, it’s been forever and a half since I’ve last seen you.
I wonder if your smile is still as brilliant. If your laugh still has that infectious timbre.
I hope you’re still kind. It was your warmth and kindness that had originally drew me into you. A thoughtfulness unparalleled. (I will forever think of you when I see a waffle cone)
And your sharp sense of humor. You have to be smart to be so witty, and I often wonder what else lies just beyond the polished, carefully guarded surface.
I mean, I’ve known you for a while but really, all I know if the shallow things about you. Your hometown, your siblings…but I realize I don’t even know what your favorite color or movie is, I don’t know what genre of music you listen to, what you spend your spare time doing.
Why do I like you then?
Is it borne of a shallow, vapid attraction?
Because you wear a suit well?
Why?
I guess what I’m trying to say is that I wish I knew you more intimately.
xoxo
But, when nothing subsists of an old past, after the death of people, after the destruction of things, alone, frailer but more enduring, more immaterial, more persistent, more faithful, smell and taste still remain for a long time, like souls, remembering, waiting, hoping, upon the ruins of all the rest, bearing without giving way, on their almost impalpable droplet,
The Immense Edifice of Memory.
–Marcel Proust, In Search of Lost Time, Vol 1. Swann’s Way
So I’ve been a little obsessed with Marcel Proust’s In Search of Lost Time.
In particular, the famous Madeleine Moment wherein the protagonist has an involuntary memory after tasting a madeleine dipped in tea. It’s a wonderful passage, really.
Gosh I wish I could read it again.
I think tomorrow I might stop by the library, maybe grab a few madeleines and steep some lime blossom tea.
xoxo