The ends of my Cimmerian hair tint shades of tawny auburn in this aestival light. I flick away the residue of fore times bane and step forward, arms held so utterly high; poised tips stroking an endless reverie. My heart bounds: I am sanguine and sedated, this day.

I managed to save this little feather friend from my cat, earlier.

Watain - Casus Luciferi.

"I have come curiously close to the end, down beneath my self indulgent pitiful hole. Defeated, I concede and move closer. I may find comfort here. I may find peace within the emptiness - how pitiful. And in my darkest moment, fetal and weeping; the moon tells me a secret - my confidant. As full and bright as I am, this light is not my own and a million light reflections pass over me. It's source is bright and endless, she resuscitates the hopeless. Without her we are lifeless satellites drifting."

12 insipid days downstream:

And that pinching commotion has wormed its way back in, snickering; churning up my stomach with its beastly whisk of detrimentality - all opposing me. I fear brittleness in these states of nugatory. I fear dereliction.

Attraction I - Edvard Munch.