Nightblindness

Friends fading. Is it a loss, for them?

Starting to make an effort to get at least some excercise. Fingers, hands, knees and now also hips aching.

Yes, I am studying. Trying to. I can't seem to find any "I'm going to show you, you ratfaced bitch" in me, though.

Surge of inspiration! Drawing melusines and coomaras, and some outfits for me, and... ah, I just want to have money to go all over the world, and to get all that cloth I want to make my own clothes.

Japan. Imagine, I lived there. Time...

Ponderous mood tonight, it seems. Writing on the tale about how Torunn came to meet Diarmuid.

Do you remember that tale, in "The Autumn People"? About the woman who remembers, and cries over the dried leaves? I feel like her. Maybe you were too late, faun, or I was. I understood that you were the one to give me that which I so desperately needed. Please, don't fade. Not you. Let's just be like we were supposed to be, friends that wake eachother up and make eachother see the beauty and magic.
Or should I nevermind?


And the song of tonight, by David Gray:

A million to one outsiders
Nightblindness
Can't see

Your bright eyes are what
The time is
Twenty five past eternity

Hear you listening
To the sirens
Coming closer
Now further away


What we gonna do
When the money runs out
I wish that there was something left to say
Where we going to find the eyes to see
A brighter day

I'm sick of all the same old answers
Lost chances
Cold storms

Propping mountains up
On matchsticks
Dragging baskets
Full of bones

And honey please don't stop
Your talking
'Cause there's a feeling
Won't leave me alone


What we gonna do
When the money runs out
I wish that there was something I could say
How we going to find the eyes to see
A brighter day

What we gonna do
When the money runs out
I wish that there was something left to say
How we going to find the eyes to see
A brighter day?

A brighter day
A brighter day