Yep think we do have some stuff in common. And love the look on your journal - I have a thing for silver, for blue, for moonlight. ♥
A fave quote of mine (from a novel):
'He let me go up and made me sit on the divan and he put on some music and turned out the lights and the moon came through the window. It fell on my legs and lap through the skylight, a lovely slow silver moon. Sailing. And he sat down in the armchair on the other side of the room, in the shadows.
It was the music.
The Goldberg Variations.
There was one towards the very end that was very slow, very simple, very sad, but so beautiful beyond words or drawing or anything but music, beautiful there in the moonlight. Moon-music, so silvery, so far, so noble.
The two of us in that room. No past, no future. All intense deep that-time-only. A feeling that everything must end, the music, ourselves, the moon, everything. That if you can get to the heart of things you find sadness for ever and ever, everywhere, but a beautiful silver sadness, like a Christ face.
Accepting the sadness. Knowing that to pretend that it was all gay was treachery. Treachery to everyone sad at that moment, everyone ever sad, treachery to such music, such truth.'
Yep think we do have some stuff in common. And love the look on your journal - I have a thing for silver, for blue, for moonlight. ♥
A fave quote of mine (from a novel):
'He let me go up and made me sit on the divan and he put on some music and turned out the lights and the moon came through the window. It fell on my legs and lap through the skylight, a lovely slow silver moon. Sailing. And he sat down in the armchair on the other side of the room, in the shadows.
It was the music.
The Goldberg Variations.
There was one towards the very end that was very slow, very simple, very sad, but so beautiful beyond words or drawing or anything but music, beautiful there in the moonlight. Moon-music, so silvery, so far, so noble.
The two of us in that room. No past, no future. All intense deep that-time-only. A feeling that everything must end, the music, ourselves, the moon, everything. That if you can get to the heart of things you find sadness for ever and ever, everywhere, but a beautiful silver sadness, like a Christ face.
Accepting the sadness. Knowing that to pretend that it was all gay was treachery. Treachery to everyone sad at that moment, everyone ever sad, treachery to such music, such truth.'
Anyhow, welcome!
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