V.O.

Dear friend…friend.

The young man is startled back to reality.  He looks up towards the owner of the voice, who stands beside him and lets a little smile loose on his lips.

V.O.

Ptolemy, Tell me which maiden has stolen your heart this day.

We back away slowly  and see that the young man, Ptolemy, is sitting at a table in a ( Read more... )

( hhhhhmmmmmm )

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Whole when first in pieces. It takes ingredients that were once isolated to make one nourishing meal. Cooking lets one be at the helm of creation and a conductor tapped to harmonize diverse flavors. It gives any mortal person the power to blend the fierce, the bitter, the sour, and the sweet into the peaceful, the passionate, and also the ( Read more... )

(you have no idea how often I've heard that)

(nods)  Yeah, it's my default face.

2 hours later

(why do they keep suggesting that we go into therapy?)

“I don’t think that it was a union.  On the contrary, it seemed the most violent of separations: two contrary beings flung at each other in heat and clumsiness, in trust and in menace, the feelings of each unknowable and unfathomable to the other - its sweetness terrible as its brevity; its loneliness hurtful as its undeniable fire (Rice, The Tale ( Read more... )

( Chapter 3 )

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...He looked up into the sky and wondered where he was. Where was this place where echoes of Chopin's nocturnes peeked out of corners like shadows playing hide-and-seek. This place where no one looked him in the face but always nodded hello. A place with a comfortable gloom, filled with music, and filled with silence...