"..But when the self speaks to the self, who is speaking? - the entombed soul, the spirit driven in, in, in to the central catacomb; the self that took the veil and left the world - a coward perhaps, yet somehow beautiful, as it flits with its lantern restlessly up and down the dark corridors."

"I thought how unpleasant it is to be locked out; and I thought how it is worse, perhaps, to be locked in."

-Virginia Woolf

I saw "The Hours" last night, and was quite impressed. It inspired me to learn every dripping story about Virginia. (I was also very stunned to find out today that it was Nicole Kidman playing her in the movie, I didn't recognize her at all). I suggest you go and watch the movie and then do all the reading you can, that is, if you want to peek inside the world of an amazing woman and author.

I also watched "Henry and June" a few weeks ago and was equally inspired. Not only to explore more of Anais Nin (which I have only a little in the past), but mostly to write more myself. To make sure I don't let months go by in between my diary writing, and to put into some kind of prose the thoughts of you and him and her and us that puddle in my mind daily.

If you only knew what I was thinking about when we speak. Or, when I watch you from the distance. I'm still in love with the way you remember the color of my eyes in sunlight and the color of your own in photographs (different than in life somehow).

Everyone is beautiful today. Sitting at red lights watching them peddle by... so beautiful! Flushed cheeks and amber hair. The man in the grey jacket walking his spotted dog, I said hi to you this morning even though I know you couldn't hear. Taea said hi, too. The ugly little squished faced man with the mop, even he had a little bit of a sparkle today.

It's 11:11, make a wish.