April, friday 23rd
1 month 19 days.
I've been here for 1 month and 19 days and it's as long of seeing life going by through the apartment, subway or bus's window pane, of looking at people going back and forth from their daily activities, acting busy.
1 month and 2 days.
It's been spring for 1 month and 2 days, in theory. In reality, in the thermometer it's still winter. But in Paris, no need for the sky to be baby blue or the sun to grin through the pollution clouds for the parisians to be warm. They're always in each other's arms, hugging, kissing, warming each other, acting in love.
1 month and 19 days that i not only know that i'm single but i feel the part too.
1 month and 2 days of feeling colder than i ever felt.
I need companionship. And no, a cat doesn't not qualify as a companion in my eyes. Difficult to go to the theater or have a drink at a terrace with it. So i decided to see if facebook can really be socially beneficial and i pray that some of my once-called-friends still remember me.
But I have the odds against me, the way i've been living my life until now sentences me to a certain degree of social invisibility, of non-existence. In one word, i'm a ghost. A ghost of loneliness.
Let's do the math: 3 years abroad + 1 month 19 days cast away in a flat as the Devil's personal assistant = loneliness.
Sadly, it seems that loneliness is an equation that i can't solve by myself...
