"maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but soon, and for the rest of your life... we'll always have paris..."
this is the aftermath.
i now know that i do not and never will need another person's sympathy, no matter how desolate. this is fair. many are unconsoled in this world.
in my weakness i put to myself some consolations as i imagined receiving them. that is far enough. every day i used another thing, myself. so be it. nights i spoke to dead men. that much is also true.
this is a new day.
i have struggled to uphold a destiny i believed in. that was certainly foolish, but fools have a place in my world. i have fought well, and lost well. i am not a lesser man. that is sufficient.
mark it as a new day.
God willing.
