Cassandra’s Tears

Tears of joy, tears of pain, we are reflected in the salt-water pools we create. So let us build a fleet of paper boats and sail them on our ocean of indecision, laughing at the wind-whipped white-crested waves that would wash over us, drowning us in our own despair, yet somehow never vanquishing us in the end.

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Location: Lennoxville, Quebec, Canada

Tuesday, June 08, 2004

Unsullied splendour

Ah, the very first page of a brand-new weblog, not dissimilar to the first page of a brand-new notebook, a promise of creativity in the same way that the first act of sexual intercourse ensures the end of virginity and the possibility of new life. Celebrations are in order! Pop the cork on the champagne, drink from the glass slipper, indulge in the nuptial spread. We begin life with joyful exuberance and optimistic anticipation. Let the party begin!


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