— Morrissey, Autobiography
— Elizabeth Hardwick, Sleepless Nights
— Johnny Depp
It’s been quite some time since I updated this blog (I am repeating myself). What’s new? I’ve been alright but lately I feel murky clouds gathering around my head again. It’s November. Do you remember the last year? Oh, the dipping of melancholic honey. Where I am now? Do I seek comfort in gray skies, bald trees and flying birds? It’s upsetting that half of this month is already gone (and I can’t really realize that). As I wrote this line, I heard Benjamin sing: Where does the time go? Where does the time all go forever? Heh!
I want to say so much but I’m drifting far away in my thoughts. Where am I? Oh, God, please, let me sort this out. It feels unfinished.
"The way to love someone is to lightly run your finger over that person’s soul until you find a crack, and then gently pour your love into that crack."
- Keith Miller
— Jonathan Carroll