It's my blog...

And that's as close to an apology as you'll get for the following anecdote.
Go here, or here, or here, if you wanna read something more intellectual.

Today I spent the afternoon looking at art.
Oh so many different artworks! Nothing too boundary-pushing because it was, after all, an investment art show. Halls filled with people looking for something comfortable for the walls of their comfortable homes.

I saw etchings of famous artists, strange sculptures, grainy black and white photos, canvases bigger than 3 of me, paintings by an old highschool classmate, and at least 15 galleries represeting Minnie Pwerle.

And in the midst of all this bombardment of beauty and blandness and wonder, I turn around and my breath is utterly whipped away by a face that's looking at me with an expression of love, and I can see pure light behind the skin and the divine behind the eyes. And for half a second I am totally floored.
And then I realise it is my lover, Mr M, and I am again even more stunned by the moment that has just passed.
He moves towards me and I lean into him and nuzzle his neck with a kiss. I turn my head to the side to listen to something he says but find I am in a daze and miss every word.

Some days are crazy-making.

I love you Mr M.