blame it on my french porn star. he found the plane ticket for me and said it was a sign. there are many signs that could have been intrepretted as good or bad. but i am not sure what push me over. maybe it was the conversation i had with her the other night about what I would do if things had some logical sense. like i would have gone down there if i knew she could get on the plane with me. but i knew that wasn’t the case but the point is love isn’t logical like that. and i guess that what seperates the man from the romantics. sometimes it’s great being a man but other times, it even better being a romantic. so i am suppose to fly in at 5am and show up on her doorsteps with flowers and say ‘i am looking for the owner of this notes…
no matter how it ends (as it always ends in tears), i knowing that i didn’t regret not doing something is all i need. these little silly notes were found in my coat pocket one day while i was shooting my first wedding gig of the season. i has made me smile more often than i can remember. guess i will become a new zealand citzen now!
i am really curioushow the story commences. even tho it is already may 28th. man, am i at the same point. another place, another time, the same human tragedies performing daily, time turning subjectivity to objectivity.. viel glueck.