Paul Georges . Alterego Construction

I’m finally set up in my new place. All I can say is that I’m loving it and I definately believe that I’ve found my little corner of paradise to call my own. It’s small, it’s ordinary, but it’s just so me… when I walk in, I feel at home.

When I look out the window I see a cute little park that welcomes a constant flux of passerbys no matter what the hour. Yesterday, returning from the grocery store which happens to be right next door on Cartier street, I spotted a dude that was playing guitar on one of the park benches. The sun was exposing its rays through the big fluffy trees of the park creating a warm canvas of backlit orange against the families of leaves. I sat in the grass. I eventually laid in the grass. Staring upwards I examined lifes natural artistic talent at its best. I smiled as I held my ear open and let my problems drift.

Sunlight is a remedy for fear. Anyways for me it is. Everything seems so trivial through squinted eyes. Maybe the sun just blinds us… but blindness in itself is a paradoxal cure for many things.

Dunno what more to say… I’ll edit later. Back to work!

edit: Note to self… it’s impossible to pick up writing where you left off.

“You can come, you can stay,
If there’s something you need to get away from…”