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i am feeling a strange feeling that has no name, no nothing…it's so complicated.
i feel isolated from everyone i knew or thought i knew. and this feeling spreads more deeply than just my relation among people. i feel isolated from American culture, i feel that i am in a transparent transition. some things could be said, but they hold no merit in this entry. so, the best thing to explain is some history since last time i blogged.

the month of march has passed, the month of march has passed on, the month of march is somewhere in memory.

my days of piano are closing in, as well. i never practice. my piano practices that do happen are usually 10-20 minutes par jour. music has become transparent, in a sense. the more days i see through, the more i say to myself that music is a sacred beauty that must not be unhinged from its purpose. it is a language, c'est une belle langue.


in more time, i traveled more, and my days are as a nomad. now, i forget much to react. i listen, i listen, i listen. this i do. i walk down the roads and look at the people in their cars, as i carry on a conversation with a friend like mike.

i played for a club soccer team in nashville.
i have been studying french.
i have been extremely tired and frustrated with french, too.

it is one of the most foreign feelings to see a friend do their time and then return to dust from which she came. to the land from which he came?

i listen more.
overall,
i have been content.
i am extremely anxious for every turn of day.
i smile with security,
with the thought of good people.