Day 0225

Enjoyed the Musée Jacquemart-André, principally the feeling of being on familiar ground: Italian art, bored gallery attendants, faded grandeur coupled with modern cost-saving atrocities. Buzzing lights, piped piano music, worn carpets, job-lot chairs.

Sat in the park listening to The Charterhouse of Parma watching the Parisiens enjoy the sun. Still can't bear the apprehension that every single one is an unknown universe; my potential greatest friend, lover, benefactor. Impossible to imagine each person really is out there right now continuing their existence and thoughts. Millions and millions of them, everywhere at all times! Even in the furthest reaches of Siberia are beating hearts and thinking brains, unknown but understandable, halfway through lives that will never intersect.

Made myself go down to the river to attept a watercolour.