I don't hold on to people, or much, seldom. I live in a very small apartment. I work, at a subsistence level, to maintain a lifestyle that is spurred by curiosity and creativity more than any kind of acquisitiveness. Sure, I like beauty, but hardly behold it without regarding its fleeting nature in equal measure to its luminosity. What then do I want from this life? A chance to be kind, I suppose, and to experience kindness in return. I keep myself at a distance most of the time, more content to observe or direct than truly participate. It is safe, this bone-deep bred solitude. Every now and then, though, desire appears and rushes through me like a force, reminding me what is well and truly meant by being alive. I have never ached to possess anything like I want this cloak, now.
Windowlicker - from the French for window shopping: faire du lèche-vitrine - is more or less on summer hiatus, and will return in the fall.