Saturday, June 28


Reading Henry David Thoreau ‘Where I lived and what I lived for,’ a classic which was first published in the 19th century. Thoreau is all in favor of a simple lifestyle and preaches a love of nature and simplicity. What he writes could be true, that we are sometimes imprisoned by our houses and not really housed by them, that all our material possessions only burden us, that we are not made to live between four walls. In other words: all our comfort only suffocates us. Thoreau wonders: "shall we always study to obtain more of these things, and not sometimes be content with less." And one of my favorite quotes: “ I had three pieces of limestone on my desk, but I was terrified to find that they required to be dusted daily, when the furniture of my mind was all undusted still, and I threw them out the window in disgust. How, then, could I have a furnished house? I would rather sit in the open air, for no dust gathers on the grass, unless where man has broken ground.”  

Monday, June 16


Being back in London after so many years felt strange at first. I had a suitcase which contained a navy blue dress, a belt with leopard print and matching pajamas, three pairs of socks and magazines I wouldn't read. London in June felt very pleasant, almost like you could blend in with the rich and famous, you could be that anonymous woman having tea on a terrace, the one that looked thin and healthy and was reading Marcus Aurelius. For some reason M., my friend in London, had invited me to Polo in the Park, an event for rich, successful businessmen and women wearing heels. That’s why I had also packed a pair of velvet stiletto’s, knowing I might not be able to walk in them, but that was a minor detail of course. In the end Polo in the Park was cancelled, I never met Prince Charles or Camilla, M. and I went to a play in Regent Park instead. As we watched the actors I suddenly realized: maybe one cannot expect to find love in London, but one can expect to find beauty, especially in June.