I woke this morning to snow swirling down. I stayed curled up in the dark, watching it fall. I wanted to stay, but there are fish left alive in the sea ( Read more... )

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The other night I saw the Big Mess Cabaret at the Trocodaro, the former burlesque house and the only nineteenth century theatre still in operation in the country. Drag queens! Dancing girls! Strip teases! Adaptations of biblical texts! A drunken orchestra! The auctioning off of articles of clothing! There were vaudevillian performers who snuck into ( Read more... )

I smelled like Dorian Gray, and we had a picnic of cookies and Earl Gray and Lady Gray on the floor while the snow fell but did not gather. It is thick on the ground now ( Read more... )