It's a beautiful day -don't let it get away.
It would almost be fair to say I'd kept to myself during the cold weather, in fact since my arrival into this bizarre little world. It would probably be more accurate to say I had been hiding. Initially, I had been ecstatic at the idea of building a modest, serviceable home for myself and Satine, who would surely arrive herself any day. But as the days turned into weeks, I began to feel incredibly uneasy about the whole thing, and built the treehouse with the feeling that I was going toiling away like Sisyphus, pushing a rock in a vain attempt at meaning. The place I'd come to wasn't heaven; it was purgatory.
Then the cold weather set in and I was forced inside, sleeping in spare bits of space and not talking to a soul unless it was to ask directions or thank them for food or a blanket. Without Paris, my bohemian brothers, Spectacular Spectacular or Satine to devote my time and energy to, I was completely lost. I just kept thinking about the life that might be crumbling in Paris without me there to live it. How was I supposed to stand not knowing what had happened with the Duke?
But like everything else in life, it had to pass. I woke up this morning with a song in my head, and it was exactly what I'd been needing to hear.
Never thought you were a fool
But darling, look at you.
You gotta stand up straight, carry your own weight
'Cause tears are going nowhere baby.
So I left the treehouse, walked through the jungle to the buildings that most of the people I'd seen lived in, and sought company for the first time. It seemed like the thing to do. After all, what good is living if you can't share your life with other people?
You've got to get yourself together
You've got stuck in a moment
And you can't get out of it
Oh love, look at you now
You've got yourself stuck in a moment
And you can't get out of it.
[Ok. Out of mothballs into the fire. Find him anywhere in the compound or outside, tomorrow is as good as tonight to a blind bat. He's the ultimate sweetheart as far as I'm concerned, and might make up a song about you. Who doesn't like that?]
Then the cold weather set in and I was forced inside, sleeping in spare bits of space and not talking to a soul unless it was to ask directions or thank them for food or a blanket. Without Paris, my bohemian brothers, Spectacular Spectacular or Satine to devote my time and energy to, I was completely lost. I just kept thinking about the life that might be crumbling in Paris without me there to live it. How was I supposed to stand not knowing what had happened with the Duke?
But like everything else in life, it had to pass. I woke up this morning with a song in my head, and it was exactly what I'd been needing to hear.
Never thought you were a fool
But darling, look at you.
You gotta stand up straight, carry your own weight
'Cause tears are going nowhere baby.
So I left the treehouse, walked through the jungle to the buildings that most of the people I'd seen lived in, and sought company for the first time. It seemed like the thing to do. After all, what good is living if you can't share your life with other people?
You've got to get yourself together
You've got stuck in a moment
And you can't get out of it
Oh love, look at you now
You've got yourself stuck in a moment
And you can't get out of it.
[Ok. Out of mothballs into the fire. Find him anywhere in the compound or outside, tomorrow is as good as tonight to a blind bat. He's the ultimate sweetheart as far as I'm concerned, and might make up a song about you. Who doesn't like that?]