Once, not long ago, I very wisely wrote: saying that sometimes Love isn't enough is nothing but a big fat convenient lie; we -I added- are the ones unfit for Love: small, mean, meagre, tight, primitive, fearful, etc.

Well, that's all so true! But... and here's the nag: it's true ALSO for the wanker who wrote it!

Too much in too short a while. People run away from sudden, deep new needs. Who wants another unmet need added to one's list of frustrations?

But, sweet it was, as brief, it was nevertheless true. However, it does hurt a bit; it still does.

On the other hand, the twilight zone housed one very cruel and ugly secret for me: betrayal and cowardice; convenience and fear; all sweetly desguised in an all-pervading curtain of rain.

OK, did, and got done. The House is fine with me. I'm fine with the House. Let's call it a day. Peace for now.