Things I’ve missed since I’ve been abroad:
1. My mum’s birthday.
2. The birthdays of three of my best friends.
3. Mother’s Day.
4. My own graduation.
5. The familiarity of my own face.
6. An uncountable number of unarticulated things.
smart enough to wish i was more kind
My name is Syar (the y is pronounced like an h), I'm 23, geographically confused and confusing. Currently in Neuchatel, Switzerland.
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Details from a Saturday trip to Chateau de Gruyères.
I was also very taken by these yellow placards bearing symbols very similar to emoticons that hung from some of the tram and bus cables in Geneva. Lookit their cute faces!
Geneva was very wet and cold (and subsequently very grey and overcast, so none of my photos have any sky and have been tweaked for colour), but I saw the best museum exhibit - a very comprehensive retrospective of Thomas Huber’s work - and got to hang out with a pal, so all in all it was worth being three quarters numb for two days.
More Paris shots! So a few of these are from the Musee National d’Art Moderne, and I wish I could remember the name of the artist who did the piece that yielded the “A Lot He Knew About” photo, because his work hit all my buttons! It’s in my notebook somewhere. Then there’s a couple of photos from Versailles which was where my opinion that the French were opulent as all get out solidified. Marie Antoinette got an entire tiny village built, with a farm house and everything, so she could play pretend in it! Insanity. The other shots are of Notre Dame and the Montmartre area where I stayed.
I’m now in Neuchâtel, after 5 days in Paris. I’m also sick, which is the third time travelling has so wrecked my unreliable body. So I’m just going to dump some photos, which I haven’t even bothered editing in any way, here. They’re mostly from the Louvre, where I took lots of detail shots of marble sculptures and came up with meme captions for the ones with particularly hilarious expressions, which I might save for a later post.
“The picture suggested that the actuality of life, the actual history of our family, the sum of whatever they knew and had witnessed before we were born or when we were small, was right there; and yet I knew no matter how long I held the picture and stared at it, the paper and chemicals in that photograph would never be able to tell any of it to me. It might as well have never happened.”
– Three by Marc Basch in Electric Literature 6
A 3:09pm sunrise at the MTA bus depot.
Here’s a shot I really liked from my Sydney snaps. I only just noticed the X’s and O’s etched in the dirt on the windows.
