4: August 2002 Archives

I watched the sunset from my window, above the blanket of clouds high above the earth. The view was crystal-clear. The low-lying clouds hovering on the horizon gave the appearance of a glowing ember thrown from a fire, smouldering on the ground until it slowly burned itself out.

O joy! O bliss! O unadulterated sexuality-indiscriminant passion! I must say that my devotion to Hedwig has paid off in spades, as has our impulsive trip to Toronto.

It's 2:08 AM Toronto time, and Sarah and I just got back to the
hotel from the Hedwig convention. In the end, we skipped the movie. Really, the loss isn't so great -- I could recite it for you if you got me drunk enough.