danse macabre.

this was all yesterday, of course. more oddly placed dreams: i was walking with a former lover from britain to france, which was, again, secretly italy. a friend is studying in brazil, and another is just leaving for paraguay. i'm clearly more jealous than i can handle in the waking hours. i have lychees, and i had a cheese that is a strong sort of brie the name of which i cannot remember. i went for a walk in the rain, and mostly fixed mistakes, and i made art and watched pornography that honestly could have done a better job of being military fetish pornography, but it did its best, so i must forgive. my chest wants a sacred heart. my side wants a spear. and i can do that, if i want, you see. i'm really rather enjoying this being alive thing.