"In fact, a swirl of cloudy colours seemed to live just under the surface of the metal: bruise purples, sea blues, earth browns, cloud grays, the deep green under heavy-foliaged trees, the clustering shades at the mouth of a tomb as evening falls over a deserted graveyard.... If there was such a thing as shadow-coloured, it was the blade of the subtle knife."
--The Subtle Knife
Dreamed of visiting Goodenough College [where I stayed in London back in 1995] and meeting my old friend Philip Chang; the Fiddler on the Roof song "Sunrise, Sunset"; going out in the morning in my hometown of Sackville, N.B. and feeling a cool breeze on my face; overseeing a skirmish in the Spanish Civil War; the house we used to own in Halifax, N.S.
Dinner was lasagna.
Went to the Karaoke Meetup at the Fox & Fiddle. But a rugby group rented the place and it wasn't going to start till an hour later than usual, and tonight I wasn't up to staying that long. (Mary of the Classical Music Meetup was there, telling Jonah about her difficulties leading an ensemble whose members had varying levels of commitment.)
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