I spent three months in Paris in 2007, working on post-production of a documentary film that had joint French-Australian funding. I saw a band I love play at Bataclan while I was there – Bright Eyes. I went on my own – well, my partner was meant to be there too but he got caught up with work (which at the time I interpreted as stood me up).
It was one of the best gigs I’ve ever been to. I remember how close I felt to the rest of the crowd that night. The atmosphere was incredible. I was overwhelmed with gratitude for the music, for the people who were making it. The songs had a raw, stripped down honesty. It was beautiful.
I’m sorry for all the horror in the world. I’m sorry for the nightmare of violence that has descended on Paris, and that has engulfed places that we don’t know or hear about, places we don’t dream of going to on our honeymoons.
I’m trying to stay off news and social media for the moment. I don’t want to be reminded of how easily we are broken. I’d rather hold something from that night in my heart, when it felt like there were no barriers between people, when really all I felt was love.