Walking Through Georgetown
Georgetown, a university area of Washington DC, had that understated style and nothing-to-prove confidence about itself. Houses looked modest enough in size but seemed really stylish inside with soft light and muted graceful décor. Continue reading “Walking Through Georgetown & In The National Gallery of the USA”
I hope this letter finds you well. Alice there is no easy way to say this so I’m going to come right out with it.
I’m gay, and I’m in love with William, and by the time you get this I will be on a clipper to The South Indies. William’s uncle has an estate there where they grow coffee and William and I will be running it.
Don’t try to follow me, especially with our baby, there really is no point.
I suggest you go to Jaap Marteens and fall upon his mercy. That offer he made you might still stand and I think he will be a good father to the little one.
I’m sorry about this, I know it was not what you planned. I didn’t plan it either, but that’s just the way things happen sometimes.
Your loving husband,
“But I do feel that art can also console.
Yes it can scarify too, if the need arises. And it does and it does, when storm clouds assail me. But then there is a restoration in that too.
Paul said he sensed a loneliness in The Bedroom, as though, without me in it, that it was incomplete and longing for something more. But I don’t sense that at all, and it certainly was not what I intended. Because, to me, I am in it. Deeply. Intensely. Continue reading ““I do feel that art can also console””