dolorous interludes.

Thank you my dear eunice. :) always the great technician and mathematician that you are. heh. i really appreciate your help with this; its so very thrilling! heh.

anyway, with this comment box thingy up, i feel a need, somehow, to have my blog open to the public. a very nice someone told me last night that one needs to find his own purpose in writing; it used to be for him, but im quite bent on forgetting and plodding along, ahead, again. its much easier forgetting when one is in the midst of all the mental activity, fellowship, and superficiality. but ah, i cant, can i. with all that sentimental trash in here, no no, i cant quite risk it, can i. but ah, why then, do i hide these feelings away if they were only so true? but. what is true? every thought, feeling, and nuance is fleeting; all is transient like the magical aurora skies. hm.

anyhow, i had an enjoyable, albeit late conversation with a certain someone last night. i shall write more of this tomorrow; im feeling almost sapped from all that girlish excitement. meanwhile, think: why are feelings often so very fleeting; and why are some days drenched with surges of sentimentalism while others merely dry up in detachment?

posted by voyeur @ 10/01/2003 11:45:00 PM