Quiet days keep me going. Deux ou trois choses que je sais d'elle comes to mind. Juliette says, "I don't know where or when, just that it happened. I have tried all day to recapture the feeling. There was a scent of trees." Without knowing why, there are moments when I catch the sun filtering into odd shadows, moments when I walk following the direction of the wind, and moments when my vision renders every rotten thing beautiful. This inexplicable feeling of rightness comes and goes so suddenly, that I often wonder if these moments can be simply explained by merely knowing which side of the street to walk on.
