I am very very happy. Strawberry happy. Yellow happy. So happy I am not afraid to write it down. I told you I was on the brink of something, didn't I Sannie?

In Memoriam : The Spectre in the Mirror

What foolish pleasures I derive from myriad sources,
Have you any inkling of?
If only I could have read to you.
Why are all blown into closures as I walk and walk?

Non, je ne regrette rien. C'est vrai.



Discarding winter dourness and the accompanying maudlinism with the inimitable Edith Piaf.