Burial rites are so alluring. I love the ceremony and protocol unfold slowly. Everything is perfectly orchestrated, nothing in life has more order.

One of my favorite Hyacinth Bucket (pronounced Bouquet) episodes is the one with the Bon Vivant Buffet and Alfresco Munchettes. I love how she dumps a bucket of manure over her own hand made Rule Britannia! burning poster.

I’ve never seen a ghost or had a ghostly experience, whereas everyone else seems to have at least one story. I’m OK with that.

Hamlet has much in common with Miss Havisham, since he cannot let go of his father after his passing, even when everyone else moves on. How long can one live off of grief? How long?

Perhaps being engaged is all about being productive, but what it does is to set these actually huge expectations. It’s so easy to fall back on deadlines and due dates, especially if you’re an artistic person.

“Listen to the mustn’ts, child. Listen to the don’ts. Listen to the shouldn’ts, the impossibles, the won’ts. Listen to the never haves, then listen close to me… Anything can happen, child. Anything can be.” ― Shel Silverstein

I’ve always tended to believe that opposites don’t attract: there is no compatibility, differences cause problems, you’ll end up making constant compromises, it takes too much effort.

Dependency and uncertainty: is there even a healthy amount?

I remember the day I came out to my family as gay. I was completely terrified as I didn’t know how their shock would manifest. As it turned out, there was no shock, there was no secret.