His name is not Julien.

Metronomy
Originally uploaded by Any Syler

Fact: I have a strong liking for the name Julien. I actually prefer Julien to be spelled with an 'e' rather than with an 'a'. Why? It is because it looks prettier to my eyes. And, I am the writer. I make these decisions around here.

Today was another one of those awkward days where I woke up, not wanting to wake up, still tired and unrested due to my frustrations in relationships with others. Please do not request for me to go into detail, but I will go into detail. Every nitty, gritty, wretched, detail about my ever growing impatience with these habits and behaviours.

I am starting.
Truncated.

I shall speak of the sky right now, instead. Take me off of this trail of negativity: Well, it is swirling. I am not starting this off very well, but it's painted... warm and cold. Violet and orange. The sun is tucked away in the horizon- that I am unable to see, due to these buildings in my way at the moment. This color is fading rapidly, growing darker by the second. A crescent moon hovers above my head, glowing in the dark blue.... It's this time of the day I like to sit down and watch. So much change is happening such a small period of time... not many get a chance to observe this beauty. But, some will once or even a few times in their life.

Life.
That is exactly what this dusk is. A brief moment during time... that happens so instantly, not everyone has time to enjoy it. I am really horrible at doing these analogies, but I really don't care at this point. The more I absorb this dieing color of orange, which is almost carried back to California, the more I want to dive into it, swim around, writhe in its serenity. Now it sounds like I am trying too hard...


Julien.
That is not the name of the man in the picture. His name is Gabriel. And he is a fantastic man with fantastic glasses that you cannot see in this picture. I wish my time in that building, in that room, at that spot, had never come, or that it had never ended. But, as everything else happens, it had to end. Along with me continuing to believe his name was Julien.

Oh well. He felt like a Julien to me.
Now the sky is almost black.

Hej hej,
Any