Twelfth

[amadeodivenezia]

I look back to my entry dated October 26th and I see that Epicurus' words are cold comfort in times of loss. Perhaps better ones are these: If thou wilt make a man happy, add not unto his riches but take away from his desires.
To have is to know that we will lose with time, and time does not consult with creatures such as we to determine when we

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[notapreacher]

...do you need company, Armand?

[amadeodivenezia]

I have many offers of company tonight, Gren. I will go out where life is moving and any who wish to keep me company may find me there.

[notapreacher]

Understood.

You're always welcome at our home, if your wandering brings you this way.

[amadeodivenezia]

Thank you. Marius had spoken of asking Lestat to play.

[discanted]

Wretchedly done.

Wretchedly has Fate done ill, and I do not envy you your moment.

[amadeodivenezia]

Why would you? Why would anyone? These are the moments that give us to ask ourselves why we love when this is the inevitable result.

[discanted]

For the moment, Armand. For the moment which has gone, and that which will come.

[amadeodivenezia]

But for this moment, there is grief. I would ask for Lethe if that were a gift within my reach.

[machi_tobaye]

You not yet warm?

[amadeodivenezia]

Not tonight, Machi. Tonight I am cold.

[machi_tobaye]

Can I help?

[amadeodivenezia]

How is your illness?

[playstheblues]

Losing things.

....we all lose things.

[amadeodivenezia]

Yes, we do.

[playstheblues]

Would you like to meet again, Armand?

[amadeodivenezia]

Yes. Though I've no desire to pay my eyes as the price of it.

[i_themagician]

I'm afraid I have not learned how to take away from desires nor to lend someone such warmth by request.

[amadeodivenezia]

To lose one's desires is to lose one's self. Even that is empty comfort after long enough.

[i_themagician]

But what are you really losing

No, I think it would depend on what they are and how they are lost.

[amadeodivenezia]

What desires make you yourself?