erm cornelius I thought you'd be here. like the landmark that is immovable - always there to greet you as you return: to be able to say 'oh look, there it is'. but there you aren't. last year is quite a long time ago now. and i kind of need you. this is my triumphal return after the many years in an academical (and sexual) desert and you bring no welcome party. no print of yourself to say i was always here always waiting. knew you'd come back. now you are my desert. i cannot stand in this red sand alone. ((plus it's pretty boring without you near- or far as you sometimes were- yet with us!)) come back soon. follow in my steps. make your comeback as i just did. i can't be here without you to see me and yet to shield your eyes and thoughts from me personally. don't make me become the no, nevermind type. 110304 what's it to you? who go blather from