It came in the way all things do these days - as a matter-of-fact announcement, a reminder from a system that wanted to clean me out: "Due to inactivity, your Livejournal account will be shut down in 30 days ( Read more... )

the world is different now; older, more urgent, but at the same time, content.

I am in love, and he is sort of exotic and foreign. Also he is awkward, constant, loving and devoted. He is nothing like the person I conjured for myself in my earlier years, but I love him utterly. It is a sort of wonder. We will live somewhere small and play till we are short of breath, then we will pick ourselves up and play again until there is ( Read more... )

only the dead have seen the end of war

All that comes to mind are the languages we think to say "my love" and "i love you" in, this presumptuous mix of european and asian tongues. It is the only thing I think of now, when I look at you sleeping, my absent lover.

Madame Bovary, c'est moi.

( 2005 in summary )

My heart folds into itself, into arms and embraces.

This year has been quite a gift to me so far - I've seen a lot of the world, but not nearly enough of it. I'm going to live in yet another part of the world, and maybe when I do I can start writing here again. I write somewhere else where my openness reaches dizzying heights, I don't edit myself, I have no need to be poetic for an audience. But ( Read more... )

( In 2004, I ... a.k.a. My uneventful year in brief )