A Reprise

I never saw it stated that way. I wonder why I didn't come across this subgenre in my English studies. Perhaps it's just a pattern people have picked out now based on current thought. A smattering of dark books can be found in any genre, and yet these are the several American writers of chief importance to me. I don't know who Ugo Foscolo is. He looks like someone who would have hung out with the Shelleys though, not the American Romantics. I'm not so much interested in American gothic work right now, even though I am reading The Blithedale Romance . I am still obsessed with the Shelleys. They have a little world in my mind where I can go sometimes. I've built a crazed fantasy around the early English Romantics. I think intensely on what they did on a daily basis, what they wore and even what they ate. My dream is to map out and tour Italy in the order they did. I want to see the places in Greece that inspired Mary Shelley's scenes in The Last Man . The place...

I like this small-press candle company. My grandma gave me a kit and I was browsing for new fragrances online. I may order Orange Vanilla or Pomegranate, and try their Bee Butter in Mango.

I cranked out another Aunt Martha cross-stich. I'm slowing up, but I'm going to finish the four, stretch them over canvas and hang them in the kitchen. I like the way this one turned out even better than the other two. My last one will be of strawberries.

This journal is so special to me.

The Way I See It #282 "Childhood is a strange country. It's a place you come from or go to-- at least in your mind. For me it has an endless, spellbound something in it that feels remote. It's like a little sealed-vault country of cake breath and grass stains where what you do instead of work is spin until you're dizzy." Lyall Bush