Vincent's Yellow

a[n] [auto]biography and a love story.


I am in Paris. I went to the Musée d’Orsay. I was overwhelmed. A whole room for him, and many of his greatest works. He has exhausted me. But everytime I feel I am drowning, he smiles. Sat across from a young man today on the train who is travelling around Europe following Van Gogh, […]

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Thu, August 13 2009 » Personal, Travel » 3 Comments