I Miss
Christine Daae
Musette
Madam Giry
Christine Daae
Ayesha
Christine Daae
Trapdoors
Sabotage
Christine Daae
Full orchestra

I've noticed so many of you are fond of philosophizing and distributing anecdotes. I'll likely regret this open forum...

What does one do when they have lost their faith? What if it is for the second time? If possible share the garish, intricate strings of optimism. Such cheer exists or it does not. I've come to accept that it does not. Not truly. ( Read more... )

I feel no desire to fraternize with any of you. We are not alike. A great number of you are idiots. Should fashion take a more nostalgic turn, there would be no difference between my Paris and this City save for the startling unhuman populace ( Read more... )

I enjoyed the momentary canals. It brings back memories of my travels so long ago. Before Persia, before Paris...everything. The drift in times before was severely spoiled by the day. Saint Valentine's Day, my what a mockery. Can it truly be so popular? Can there be so many lovers? Hold a moment, I have no desire to know.

The ache in my heart has ( Read more... )

How many times must this happen?  How many? God, do you test me and the few solid convictions I uphold? You are cruel, as cruel as love itself.

She's gone, that sad lost child with her face who called me an angel, that girl is gone. And with her, my daughter Musette.

My love for her remains the same. In Paris, in death, in life, in the City and ( Read more... )