Sometimes, the fight is the point. In oris his, venite et rumpite. Things started as they usually do, with Linda being hostile and critical, with her making demands of what I needed to do. That was a failure on my part. Maybe understandable, but still a failure. I did a thing this wee.

I was told that studying abroad would change my life, that my horizons would be broadened. I was told that there was a certain light in Provence that inspired many great artists and that I too would be moved by it. Nothing about my life or my vision will ever be the same after that journey. That which does not pass in that which passes that exists.