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Mediocrities
A recent incident has finally prompted me into making this journal visible to friends only.
Thank you so much.
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Works
This is just a note to point readers out to the sidebar for entries containing some of my recent and/or larger works (such as whole illustrated books, exhibitions, etc). This is a provisional list and will be updated as new projects are completed, but also to add older ones that may be worth mentioning. I also hope eventually to add a list of ( Read more... ) -
In Haste
Please forgive this very hasty and not too edifying update. Someone on Twitter has been plagiarising my words and posting a number of my entries from this journal and elsewhere as her own, including some deeply personal ones. Please see this for more details.
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One's first words upon opening one's eyes each morning ought not to be 'I want to die'. -
Dreams of the Past Few Nights
Last Night.
The train drew towards my station and I bade goodbye to my friends; they do not exist in reality, or at least, I do not remember their faces, but they were friends in the dream. It was an old-fashioned train, with cabins within which the seats faced each other, and doors which had to be manually opened. I alighted with a skip -- ( Read more... ) -
Sales and Severity
I was sent this first piece of promotion for Sense and Sensibility this evening, so I thought I would share it together with this detail of Marianne which they used.
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It Is Not a Word
It is not a word spoken,
Few words are said;
Nor even a look of the eyes
Nor a bend of the head,
But only a hush of the heart
That has too much to keep,
Only memories waking
That sleep so light a sleep.
Sara Teasdale
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