Apparently parental units are going to US tomorrow. Unfortunately, I'm not greeting this with the joy I wish I were. Sometimes one can be deafened by the sound of one's own mind.
Some quotes, all from Edna St. Vincent Millay:
"It's not true that life is one damn thing after another; it is one damn thing over and over."
"Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime, and falling into at night. I miss you like hell."
"Please give me some good advice in your next letter. I promise not to follow it."
Simplex munditiis. --- Horace. The passion for it and the desire to behold it-- discovering more and more these may be fatal flaws on my part. I'm not sure, though, which is worse: being oblivious to this fact or being aware of it and still being subject to it.