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The Hon. Antares Narcissa
20 March 2007 @ 03:43 pm
"This year is gone, I told myself. This year is slipping away and it will never return. Domino's right, there's only now. Forget it. Forget it. You can't bring it back. You can't bring them back.
They say that every snowflake is different. If that were true, how could the world go on? How could we ever get up off out knees? How could we ever recover from the wonder of it?

By forgetting. We cannot keep in mind too many things.
There is only the present and nothing to remember.

On the flagstones, still visible under a coating of ice, some child had scrawled a game of noughts and crosses in red tailor's chalk. You play, you win, you play, you lose. You play. It's the playing that's irresistible. Dicing from one year to the next with the things you love, what you risk reveals what you value. I sat down and scratching in the ice drew my own square of innocent noughts and crosses. Perhaps the Devil would partner me. Perhaps the Queen of Heaven. Napoleon. Josephine. Does it matter whom you lose to, if you lose?"

-- Jeanette Winterson, The Passion
-- New York: Vintage Books, 1987. pp. 42-43
feel: impressed
hear: hailstones
The Hon. Antares Narcissa
I am a rock - I am an island

I am a rock, I am an island.
I’ve built walls, a fortress deep and mighty, that none may penetrate.
I have no need of friendship; friendship causes pain. It’s laughter and it’s loving I disdain.

I touch no one and no one touches me.

And a rock feels no pain; and an island never cries.
feel: anxious
hear: Simon and Garfunkel - I Am A Rock