emotionscape Ouroboros vast 061123 ... Hooray! Yes! 061124 ... superleni fast over hills of happiness to the high of mountain peak joy; but sliding down the slope of discontent to scrape against the cliff of loss. smashed on rocky realisation, washing through the shallows of sad. to plumb depths: abyssmal grieving darkness. down here there is no sun of hope no moon of wishing no vaccuum of possibity twinkling beyond reach. yet i find my feet at beach beginning, sand still in my mouth skin and ears. 061125 what's it to you? who go blather from