Hedonist

Leopold Museum, Vienna

You expected to be sad in the fall. Part of you died each year when the leaves fell from the trees and their branches were bare against the wind and the cold, wintery light. But you knew there would always be the spring, as you knew the river would flow again after it was frozen. When the cold rains kept on and killed the spring, it was as though a young person died for no reason.

You belong to me and all Paris belongs to me and I belong to this notebook and this pencil.

January: new beginnings, nothing ends.

You got your passion, you got your pride

Studying 24/7 lately

Today we love what tomorrow we hate,

That it will never come again is what makes life so sweet.

I got a new pencil holder

Your days are numbered. Use them to throw open the windows of your soul to the sun. If you do not, the sun will soon set, and you with it.