Black and White

it is my final week in paris and lately i have taking pictures in black and white , as if trying to capture and essence of paris . there is something about pictures in black and white , it is as if the pictures immediately become .a lot more nostalgic and with a tinge of melancholy . Sorta what i have been feeling recently , melancholic , tired and just in a dazed really . Not that i mind it too much , it is like leaving reality and living in a parallet universe where you share the space just not the same experience. i dunno , i think i am just tired from thinking , tired from over thinking things that should be left dormant like sleeping dogs .

i actually woke up at 3.30am today . just stayed awake till 9am and went back to sleep. i hate these random sleepless nights and now the sun rises at 5.30 and sets at 10pm , it is just so odd . just like everything else in my life at the moment . just odd . just off . and i hate it so .