My treasure is here. Ever hear of the Treasure Hunt theme in literature? If I remember correctly, it goes as follows:
You must go alone.
You must go at night.
You must travel to a strange land.
You must leave some blood behind.
The treasure is never what you expect.
I'm not sure what to do with it, this treasure of mine, except to share it with you. It makes sense to me on some level, but in the grand scheme of things, I have no idea what it means. The question is, is it really over? Is my treasure hunt complete? Maybe. Something tells me, though, that this is a beginning, not an end.
Cm
6:20pm sunday, 4th november
Although I like the gothic romance of diving into the depths of literature (perhaps on a stormy night) but i find it hard to digest such potent melodrama all at once... however i do like your reference to camus that you made a few days earlier...
Cm