"Who prop, thou ask'st in these bad days, my mind?"
I feel like eating a lethal dose of chocolate. I've gotten depressed this week for no apparent reason. Beauty provides temporary relief. There are the dewdrops on the tall grasses that I jogged by yesterday morning. There are Homer and Dante. And there's this picture of Isobel Wren (photographed by Aeric Meredith-Goujon, February 2007)
