I gaze at the sun,
Knowing I will be blinded
For audacity.

I will bear the punishment,
Glad to remember the glory.

1. How does true love feel to you?What a silly question. It's like asking "So how does air feel? What's it like to be alive?" As if there were one answer--or one sort of love about which to speak. As if love were some static, unchanging mass within one's chest that could be taken out and examined scientifically. What utter nonsense. Love is ( Read more... )

The Count and I had a very long talk about things. It was good to finally have a chance to. I feel a lot better now. Of course he's leaving again right away, so who knows when I'll see him next...but I can live with that if I have to.

The house has been invaded by pandas. And he's already planning more stuff. Also, zoos ( Read more... )