. Drive home
. Sleep well
. Wake at 12, shower right away
. Call Carol W.
. Do light delicate load
. Upload Phantom to Treo
. Try out Lathe encoder
. Finish A Raven
. Put up Blanche
. Sew green shirt
. Brown jacket
. Pink shirt
. Encode The Scarlet Letter
. Camille
. Dark Shadows
. Get MP3 headphones
. Rip MP3's in smaller file size
. Thanks for the Ether
. Fallen
. Immortal Beloved
. Fly
. Phantom of the Opera
. Transcribe Hugh Worthington
. Get 4 GB SD card
I look out onto the yellow and brown vegetation beneath my window, at the castle-like buildings far away and wonder where do I lie in all of this? There was a time when I was unfettered. This was a time before I entered the working world, before I was independent. My heart was free as a bird when I was in college. I did not know what happiness I experienced in my creativity because I had never known different. In other aspects of my life I knew pain but my stories, sprung up lately from a gothic mist into an immersing Pre-Raphaelite painting, were a richness and the most beautiful thing I had ever known. That the most beautiful thing I knew to exist happened inside of me made me very happy, even though I didn't know it. Now I know the sun is setting, even though I can't see it, because the bank of brown, twisted trees and shrubs is lit gold, like a reflection from a golden chalice. Slowly, slowly it will fade until everything is a homogenous, uncertain gray. This is the nightma...