"À quoi pensez-vous?"

If I look at the rate at which I add new friends on facebook, I am sure that it rises and falls with the temperature. Late August was in the 90s (ºF), when I moved to Montréal and met so many people that my newsfeed was nothing but frienship adds. I settled down in the winter of -40º days, when I left the house only out of necessity. Now, however, the sun is shining and the weather is in the 60s. Which means nude photo shoots atop Mont Royal and a coalition of new faces, blurry yet natural. It seems these new spring relationships put pressure on the ones I've had around since the fall - or at least the ones that made it through the winter. I lamented recently to un nouveau ami that it seems the more people I meet the worse my relationships get, as though I'm destined to have few close friends and eventually to just be alone. Maybe the feeling comes from the sense of independece I feel with the spring (for like my rate of friends, my reasons for living the life I do changes with the weather), when I want to expand myself and bend the ties that have been frozen together for the past four months. I feel as though it's time for a reevaluation - not of my life, but of my lifestyle. It's hard for others to adjust to, but it's all part of the process. All I know is that I enjoy (and am thankful for the opportunity to have) two days of no sleep living with beautiful people on nothing but the drugs of temptation and creativity, and that I prefer it to the repetitious life I've led for some time. And yet, I know these two can exist simultaneously. at least for me.

That being said,
Yes, it's true. I'm sure they'll be available soon.
I'm excited to go back to New York - to see Jordan, to try to love the City again, to take a break, and to compare the Montréal and NYC hispters. This time I'll be sure to protect my gin.
I passed some ridiculous people today, but I can't remember enough to write about them. It seems I'm really not made for this job after all, for I lose a lot of my material orally. and my memory is not provoked enough.

And because I have nothing more to say, until those times when I'm away from my computer and cannot journal my thoughts, here are some pictures from my shitty camera phone that I just bluetoothed (nearly as cool as Blu-RAYYYY) to my (more than $1500) mac. The first was taken at a bring your own wine(/gin, in my case) asian restaurant, where I proceeded to remove all of my clothes. This shot, however, is of Mikel, who sat opposite me. The rest are in more appropriate setting, the park between Laurier and St. Joseph, between St. Laurent and St. Dominique. My phone seems to make things glow.