They are not long, the weeping and the laughter,
Love and desire and hate:
I think they have no portion in us after
We pass the gate.
They are not long, the days of wine and (photos):
Out of a misty dream
Our path emerges for a while, then closes
Within a dream.
I’ve been crunching for some weeks on an insanely large project. Exciting, yes. Daunting – well, fuck yes.
It was nice to take a break and just kick it with Sarah the other night. Super chill, no agenda, just a few outfits she wanted to try and an expression or two I wanted to squeeze out of her. The laughs and the wine flowed, some photos were shot, a truce was called over cards… a perfectly lovely evening that went well into the wee hours.
And then I remembered the next day why I don’t go overboard on wine… I love the grape, the grape loves me too. Like a bookie loves a chronic gambler. Bastards!!
