Center of the universe

So often, I come to Le Café Rose de Minuit with my head in the books, reading a great novel. I only just realized today I never really noticed the photos and illustrations they have on the walls. Taking a closer look, I found a great photo that reminded me of a trip I took last year on holiday.

I bought a train ticket from Paris through the south of France in Perpignan. There’s a railway station there called the Gare de Perpignan, which has connections to all sorts of destinations, including Barcelona and Toulouse. This photo is unmistakably of the railway electrification system there.

Above the station, there is a monument of surrealist artist Salvador Dalí. The story goes that he once named the Gare de Perpignan the “center of the universe” because it inspired him with his best ideas when he sat in the waiting room.

I love it. It’s not exactly a photograph of something beautiful, but it reminds me of all the places to experience, and all the paths to travel in life. In some ways, I like to think I feel inspired by it much like Dalí.

Her love

She tells her love while half asleep,
In the dark hours,
With half-words whispered low:
As Earth stirs in her winter sleep
And puts out grass and flowers
Despite the snow,
Despite the falling snow.

by Robert Graves