Alone...

Garbo's famous byline was always said to be 'I want to be alone,' spoken with a heavy accent which made the word 'wan't sound like 'vont'. This quote as noted comes from her role in Grand Hotel. However, Garbo later commented, "I never said 'I want to be alone.' I only said 'I want to be LET alone.' There is all the difference."

Very true.

I can't stop listening to the soundtrack to The Curious Case of Benjamin Button. Alexandre Desplat is a genius. (Also worth a listen is the beautiful music from Lust, Caution.)

Inspiration

A dear friend from Scandinavia referred me to the website of a charming girl from New York called Katie. She and her boyfriend appear to be the happiest, most creative people in the universe. 

I think we could all do with being that happy!

colormekatie.blogspot.com

Beginning

I don't really know what I want to write here.

But I have a lot on my plate at the moment and I think that it might be better for me to write everything down, even for just a few minutes every morning, so that I don't have to carry certain stones around my neck all day.

I've been thinking very much about the nature of friendship, of late. Faced with the death of my mother I have become weirdly selfish about who I want to discuss things with, who I want to share with, who I even want knowing what's going on. And what maddens me is how people can be so invasive with their care - it's lousy to say so, but I find myself wishing that they'd leave me alone rather than being so pushy in their demonstrations of their help. I want to scream that it's not about THEM. But then I feel bad and think that really they're only trying to help - and how much worse off I'd be if I were going through this alone and didn't have people who cared so much about me.

I guess I'm becoming a grief hot-head. 

My light is burning very low and I'm very, very tired.