At this exact moment, I am feeling morose in my solitude, in my singularity-- but I have met a new young man who is wonderful and with whom I feel both comfortable and intrigued beyond belief.
And I hope all is well with you, and I am drunk and am about to escape into that other world that lies between wakefulness and work in the morning, and I wish I could escape there forever-- where things make no sense, and where the deepest parts of our frail psyches manifest themselves in all their dark-and-lightness: where time is timeless, and love is just the same as it ever was, but perhaps more tangible, more real-and-fragile.
And I hope all is well.
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