[evensong]

When I come to lie in your arms, you sometimes ask me in which historical moment do I wish to exist. And I will say Paris, the week Colette died. . . . Paris, August 3rd, 1954. In a few days, at her state funeral, a thousand lilies will be placed by her grave, and I want to be there, walking that avenue of wet lime trees until I stand beneath the

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[sine_graph]

my friend Maggie, who now lives in Toronto, shook his hand recently. she was very excited about this fact (the same way I was, when I was 18 and met Buck 65). were you at the same event?

how you doing otherwise?

[evensong]

that is very exciting! and yes, of course, ondaatje is totally comparable to buck 65 ;) i wasn't there, unfortunately. since moving to the states i haven't been back in toronto nearly as often as i'd like, this year especially, must find a way to rectify that.

i'm ok. a little worried about stagnating in life and grad school things and what will i do afterwards, etc. but ok. how are you?