dear "sluggish and somber" diary... i've been contemplating life today...seemed the thing to do...with the sun blazing in the sky and being trapped in the library and all...not trapped, no...as i love my quiet, unobtrusive daily jobs there...strange the way people cling to things the way they do...as i myself do...that's why the phrase "memory is not life and it's not love" came into play...i realized that i love things more in retrospect making them appear better and more pleasant than what they were...i suppose we all do...it's frightening to know that, though...to know that i could trap myself in a hopeless dream of romanticized illusion...maybe it wouldn't be such a terrible thing...as reality can really be a bore at times...not my reality right now, though...i like where i am...but maybe later a dream or two would be nice to fall back into...i haven't written to "sinister" in awhile...something seems different...it disturbs me...it's not the lovely people, of course...something within us is changing...i feel strange...listening to the field mice...i think i should go out for awhile... love, m. elise +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the reborn Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail "sinister@majordomo.net". To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to "majordomo@majordomo.net". WWW: http://www.majordomo.net/sinister +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "tech-heads and students" +-+ +-+ "the cardie wearing biscuit nibbling belle & sebastian list" +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+