life understood backwards

I’m in Paris and it’s wet and gleaming. I took my mom to the Musee d’Orsay this afternoon and after two rooms I was like oh god I’ve seen too many Renoirs. Right now I’m in a rented room—white sheets on a white bed, the mirror shaped like some kind of gold starburst—and all I can think is that it’s all going by too fast. I haven’t begun to think about i…