It's too late. It was too late by the time I arrived in London to turn your notebook into a dove; there were too many people already involved. Anything either of us does has an effect on everyone here, on every patron who walks through those gates. Hundreds if not thousands of people. All flies in a spiderweb that was spun when I was six years old and now I can barely move for fear of losing someone else.

All empires fall eventually. It is the way of things.

A woman I should like to think I know rather well and a woman I had always considered a mystery, are in fact the same person.

Like stepping into a fairy tale under a curtain of stars.

Perhaps it is controlling the chaos within more than the chaos without.

I'm kind of big on performance in general. I like the sort of entertainment where you can go in and be fully immersed in it.

The rain increases and umbrellas sprout like mushrooms amongst the graves.