Late tribute to articulacy, sensitivity and true beauty.

Lo! some we loved, the loveliest and the best

That Time and Fate of all their Vintage prest,

Have drunk their Cup a Round or two before,

And one by one crept silently to rest.

Edward FitzGerald

Write Right.

I'm going to force myself to write a piece about the desert island of the soul. My feelings of solitude, loneliness, and separation experienced on an every day basis. Instead of the bodily separation of a shipwrecked man; my protagonist will be isolated amongst incalculable number of men but with the same feelings of stranded abandonment.

My struggle.
Wish me luck.
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Too much going on in this head;
enough to constitute nothing.

A Declaration.

My pathetically pointless narcissism is the only thing keeping me alive.
The declaration not said in the traditional sense of the 'One day I might achieve something' vanity but simply because I can't compose an articulate enough farewell note that would be at least of some true representation of myself. It'd be my last stand as a perfectionist I suppose...
My excuse to procrastinate? I'll do it soon, I promise.

Marriage is bad for FEMALES and good for MALES.

Sunday Times:

*Single men die early: they drink more and, smoke more and kill themselves more often, whereas single unmarried women live longer than their married sisters.

* The longest life expectancies are found among groups of nuns.

Naked.

Finally released on DVD for 2008. Watched the directors commentary too, the first film I've 'felt' in ages.

Pretty much sums up my silence...

Life is terrifying and we will seek not to cross uncharted territory by never saying anything that has not already been said by someone more beautiful, someone more dead.

Emma Forrest 2002.