Sunday July 31st. Staying in Paris during August feels like being a crumb in the bottom of an empty package of Oreos. Occasionally you will find another crumb and sometimes two crumbs and you will pool together in the noticeably empty plastic graveyard of echoing silence in the vast scape of global warming ~heat~ caused by by the already eaten Oreos who flew away on airplanes. If you get an ear infection and need to go to the pharmacy try again next month or after you die. The best thing to do is sit in a lotus pose on the couch and wonder if the brand you have an internship with will hire you or discard you come September. They will probably discard you.