Dreamers

I'm having one of those weeks with so much to do. All I want to do is run off and paint but instead I have to try and make myself work... but the internet is at hand. I get distracted. I'm mad at myself because browsing is not working or painting. I really just cannot wait for it to be over. Ah! This week!
On another note: I love this film, and this quote. "Les temps sont durs pour les rêveurs."
I like to picture myself like she does, with her heart beating in her chest or her whole body melting into a splash on the floor.

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Today I feel like a traffic intersection is going on inside. Everyone's honking and busting and talking to other people in cars (as if they can be heard and they have the solution to all problems.) The train winds over my heart; women hang laundry out the window of my lungs; people are jogging and shopping in my stomach.
And I am standing there, drinking a glass of water. I am the city, immovable.
Maybe I'll paint that sometime. But not this week. These are hard times for dreamers.

PS: this is definitely making my list of foreign films, whenever I make it; but take it with a grain of salt!