My days are strangely lucid and I’d say I’m a forgetful person. My dreams have been almost as clear but I usually wake up thinking I’m flying above houses and trees. Otherwise I’ve been looking for new books to read because I’m not making much progress on Proust.
On an unrelated note, I love that Mexico City has so many little museums. These photos are from MUAC and Museo Experimental El Eco. This week Eco is hosting Postpolis, a carefully curated series of conversation between city planners, architects, bloggers, artists, architects, filmmakers, etc. I’ll definitely be at some of the talks and at least the Thursday afterparty at CCE featuring DJ Rupture.
“Travel is very useful and it exercises the imagination. All the rest is disappointment and fatigue. Our own journey is entirely imaginary. That is its strength.
It goes from life to death. People, animals, cities, things, all are imagined. It’s a novel, simply a fictitious narrative.”
Journey to the End of the Night by Céline