Bibliothèque Nationale de France

The project behind any National Library is grand: the very idea of collecting anything that is published in one language is at one time prometheic and fascinating. Fascinated as I may be by the grandiosity of any cultural endeavor, today, this early morning, I only feel like sitting on the stairs that face the Rive Gauche of the Seine. I feel like sitting here on the Allée Arthur Rimbaud, with the library behind me, and my hair gently whipped by this light breeze. I long for the feeling of my cheeks blushing at the cold. Time is a treasure and I like to keep track of it in style.