Art is the only thing that can go on mattering, once it has stopped hurting.
Short post tonight because I’m feeling a tad mournful. The truth is, I plan on ruining Lisa. I mentioned it to my son and he was aghast! “Why would you do that? That’s just stupid.”
Perhaps he’s right.
I’ve turned the story over in my mind all night and day. There is no other solution.
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