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L504v - The Window Room
It seems that...
... Quips has left us. A pity. But there you have it.
Perhaps 20six is becoming a place where too many worlds collide. Where the dress code gets in the way of the event.
Or perhaps I have come finally to Isidora.
Today...
...I noticed that the swallows have gone and almost overnight all around me is turned autumn.
Down the hill, children are still yelling and laughing. Their moments carry as soundbites on the breeze. But they mix with the noise from wind-stripped trees and a strange, unknowable language results: impervious to the clutural anthropologies of these times and most certainly unintelligible to one sat by a window watching clouds cascade in from the West.
I am, I think, more and more a winter person.
Flowers...
... instead of chocolates. Growing instead of gathered. Because as long as there are roots and sunshine and a little light rain, there's some sort of continuity & hope.
La vie...
...est étrange, des fois.
Been watching this unfold & trying to understand. In so far as an outsider can. I don't. But it makes me sad.
Saw this recently...
...while doing one of those what sort of person are you pseudo-science things (via bobble) and sort of liked it. So I took it and put it with my Taken Things.
Mind you, it's not my usual sort of like. So I wonder what it is that makes this one just a little bit different?
A fronte praecipitium a tergo lupi
You would think... she says ... that someone as well-versed in the dark art of deception and as shallow as you - you blackhearted bastard - would have seen this coming.
I laugh and lift a glass of the best local wine hard-earned money can buy: Perhaps. But then - these nights, these times. A courtyard within sound of the sea, an evening in spring and a good table. The company of sparkling people in truly beautiful places. This is the prize. Who needs more? Then I take a flower from the centre-piece and pass it over the table. Making puppy-dog eyes. The rest of the group rib mercilessly. She laughs too and flicks it away. But I see the split moment where the irony is peeled back and we are both lost and alone.
All I want usually is someone to walk with for a while. But they always want something somewhere between a kiss like that and make the fireflies dance/ Silver moon´s sparkling. And so we journey on with conscience flying and I take consolation in what I’m offered.
Earlier, even as I stood in the Cappella Palatina I needed to be countries away. Six years one month and thirteen days ago. And irony can't even begin to accommodate that.ffice
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