I’ve just come back to Paris from a healing, therapeutic and mostly
fabulous Spanish holiday, and… I’m depressed. People generally talk about a “post-vacation”
depression (well, at least in Spain, I’m not sure they do in other countries with
a less Catholic, more Calvinist religious background), but I think in my case
it’s more of a “post-wilderness” depression. You see, after more than a month
spent mainly on a surfboard, on a bike, in a swimming pool or just on the grass
carelessly sleeping next to my dog or to the cows, Paris and its merciless glamour come as a
shock. And I’m supposed to come back to the city, dress all chic (the sole act
of wearing shoes after 5 weeks of living barefoot feels like Chinese torture,
so at this stage I can’t even handle the thought of heels or red lipstick),
stop doing things like using living animals’ backs for pillows and walking
around in a bikini, and act as if fashion was actually fun, when the truth is
after surfing it feels painfully bland and unimportant. I’ve noticed I adapt
very easily to the laid back life of the country, and on the other hand I am
extremely reluctant to the whole I’m-so-cosmopolitan-I-jet-between-the-coolest-cities-of-the-world
thing. More and more I find civilization too… civilized.
The problem with civilization is that is seems
to be paramount for evolution and culture. It is thanks to an ultra-civilized
society that we enjoy things like table manners, libraries and push-up bras.
Some people even think humans need to get away from their own natures in order
to be superior beings. On the other hand, think about some of the headaches it
all has brought to us: paperwork. In-laws. The Metro. Not to mention the foul
bad mood those 3 things have the power to create in adults. In a nature state,
as long as you have coconut water and you know how to fish with a stick you’re
alright.
The problem with civilization (especially if
you happen to live in Paris) is that it creates a hell load of artificial
problems. I.E.: “I don’t have a huge expensive car/ Balenciaga’s latest it bag/
an invitation to join the country club”. Is it seriously as important as all
that? The amazing thing about spending time in the country seeing animals,
taking care of plants and generally concentrating in nature lies in the fact
that all those ridiculous worries seem to vanish. I always feel rooted and at
peace in the wild; and I hate having to come back to those shallow obsessions
and insecurities.
The problem with civilization is that it’s all
about discomfort. Look at the fashion. OK, it’s fabulous, it’s creative, it’s
cool. Whatever. It’s still uncomfortable. Pencil skirts that make it difficult
to walk, high heels that make it difficult to even exist, hats that fly away
with the wind, elaborate hairdos that fall apart with the rain. Not that I don’t
love the looks of it, but it’s like a very sophisticated prison. Can’t someone
reinvent the magnolia leaf skirt-tiare flower necklace look?
I know I seem all pessimistic by saying all
this, don’t take me too seriously. But do think about it. I was watching a
documentary about George Harrison the other day and he talked about how his
meditation journey in India made him happy, as it inspired him to be more spiritual,
and how angry and frustrated he felt by the fact that he could not get rid of
his earthly duties, business in London, the Beatles etc. I guess I feel
identified with all that (except for the part where 3 Beatles wait for me in
London). I am somehow smitten with the idea of Rousseau’s Noble Savage and I
admire Gauguin and Marlon Brando for having dared to say “to hell with you,
modern civilization” and escaping to a wilder life, where it all seems more
logical and more freeing and people have more possibilities to really develop.
So I guess I’ll try to keep all that in mind, even under the grey skies of
Paris. Because, you see, the problem with civilization is that it is not human
enough for humans.
