Something wonderful and beautiful and true.
A certain fog of sadness has descended upon me with certain revelations about a certain acquaintance and his actions. When the uglier sides (or are they just repressed?) of humanity are unearthed and displayed, so many latent questions are dredged…
Recently I’ve been wondering if it was a bad idea to give up on the violin, and if it’s any use to try to take it up again. It’s an odd relationship, violin and me. I take it out of…
“Reality” has this pernicious way of butting into this perfect little world I’ve created. Perhaps it’s time to lay down my arms, now that time is not much of my friend.
The price is high, but there’s nothing better else your body can buy.
Stupid boy, you never realized that everything was perfect back then. But now the luster’s lost; you have nothing to lose and nothing to gain.