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October 31, 2003
Franz Liszt's Hungarian Rhapsody No. 16 gives me an indescribable feeling. It's beautiful, that much I know.

"It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye." The Little Prince, Antoine de Saint-Exupéry.

Anxiety. Unexplained. I wish I didn't feel like this; I'm going to overflow. It's tiring. Give me your best shot. Speak in silence. Explain without words.

It's Halloween. Carve a few pumpkins. This is the end of an era. This is the witching hour. Watch out for the little skeletons. Where have you disappeared to? Round the bend.