Avenue des Champs-Élysées
Paris, you were intense. I guess that’s the only word I’m able to describe you with. And no, not only the life threatening way I had to take these photos on the Avenue des Champs-Élysées in front of the Arc de Triomphe. I feel like this trip could be best described by psychedelic experience (= Ancient Greek words ψυχή – psychē, and dēloun – δηλοῦν, translating to mind-revealing). Strolling through the tiny streets in Paris while constantly getting these vivid flashback to certain memories I had during my lifetime; it was like the past and the present were simultaniously existing, and melted together into a new reality. Like living a life, within a life, or a dream, within a dream. I literally didn’t know how to feel. Should I be happy or sad, reminiscing or forgetting, missing or letting go?
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