february has come and nearly gone, and not a winter have i seen. there have been a couple snaps of frost's long fragile white fingers, but the warnings were only empty words. i feel spring rearing her golden head and hope that she can unclose me. she arrives veiled in cherry blossom blooms and sun wrapped beams of love. o how i long to celebrate the coming of love and spring with an uncertain _she_ and the words of mr. cummings. i know not who she is or where she lies upon this sweet spontaneous earth, but i think of her often. i am on my scraggy knees praying this earth so that she might conceive for me a mate...

being a moviegoer and enjoying a swede's chocolate creation, i ended up alone in a theatre on saturday night. there was a preview for some movie that i'll never go see, but which contained a line that made me think. a woman is upset about her heart being broken and can't seem to get over x guy, and y guy who is a fan of meaningless relationships and casual sex tells her, "maybe that's why we hold on for so long, because we can't believe that something so magical could happen to us twice." i thought i was going to cry, before mme. binoche even graced the screen. this hollywood trailer of corporate productions touched me a bit. manufactured emotion? perhaps. but the awkward cardboard shape in my throat felt real nonetheless...