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13 Feb 2006 |
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Gloria...in te domine
I thought about turning on the lights earlier and discarded the idea. I don’t want the mercilessly cold glare of fluorescent lights to shine down on me or on my work. Moonlight is enough for me to see by. Somewhere, I put on the tapes of Louis’ voice, his slow Southern accented words keeping the silence from rolling in on me like a tide. I hear that, and I remember. I can go back to that night and see him standing there once again. Or is that him standing in the shadows with a face that shows his broken heart?
Gloria...exultate
It’s not the first time I’ve seen others where I know they’re not. Back when I was wrapped in my mania of building, I used to see Armand all the time. But he wasn’t really there, and I know Louis isn’t either. Or Lestat. Or Sybelle, Khayman, Benji, or anyone else. It’s just me.
Oh Lord, if I had anything … anything at all
I pop the tape out of the player, turning it over and letting that voice begin its litany once more.
I'd give it to you
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