“Some people go to priests; others to poetry; I to my friends.”
– Virginia Woolf
Happy independence to me…from Venice. She and Val are on their way East (though if Facebook updates are anything to go off of, they are already having a horrid time of it). Since her departure, I’ve been going through the most frightful emotional rollercoaster, best illustrated by the following series.
So. Here’s to absent friends. Whenever any of you may be.