I can’t go too many days in a row without rehearsing My Immortal Nostalgia. Otherwise it will make me dizzy like now. My insides just cave in. I just think, did it really…? I don’t even think. It doesn’t make sense and doesn’t hold up to the light of day. But it’s so much. I always feel like I’m on the verge of turning back the clock. Like there is a combination I need to remember.
When this semester is over, I’ll continue to work on Ophelia II. Even Ophelia has changed. Her story has been unfolding this semester, her hopeless love. And Mason. I’ll get to it, all in good time.
Sunlight-Colored Roses 