emballage

Packing up time.

Bye bye to useless maps, lecture notes, boulloire, pots and pans, cutlery, ikea rug, and like 1547 other random pieces of knick-knacks which I managed to hoard over the course of the year.

Its amazing, this incredible stash of Europe visited or yet to visit, fragments of daily life, and memories waiting to be categorized: impossible to sort them into jetter and garder. I don't even know where to start and where to end; try it, if you had to to chop away the finger you deem to be the most useless, which would it be?

In a conundrum? That's how I feel now. Biodegradable/plastic/paper/metal seems so much more straightforward and simple.

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Do we pick things up along the way or do we leave pieces of ourselves behind?

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Then it has gotten so hot over here in Grenoble over the past two weeks. I feel like I'm wrapped in bubble wrap, living in my own greenhouse.

Even in the shade and in my room, I am not spared. I am sitting here steaming at midnight. The heat just creeps everywhere and enters every possible bodily crevice. Its crazy that they have heaters in buildings for winter but nothing for ventilation in summer. That is why the French are so connected with the environment: they feel it very intimately, nothing artificial and man-made to shelter them from the harsh conditions. Mad.

Thankfully and no wonder they do not have classes in summer. It would be suicidal. Imagine sitting in an oven and watching Korean soap dramas. The results would be ugly.

But then again its a good excuse to go outdoors, to go for a dip in the lake, to go picnicking in the park, to laze in the sun. All in the shade, of course.