Let's be honest. You let yourself be pulled in because it felt good to be wanted, needed. But then it went too far, as projected images always do. If it's not a real image, but one that has been projected on to you, then you can keep up the masquerade for only so long before the mask cracks and the paint on the mask peels away.

To me glamour isn't about being sparkly.

When I am able to be present, listening - really listening - to a viewpoint described through someone else's lens, I am here in the now and alive.

The rain is sharp today, as you shock me sane.

Confucius does his crossword with a pen.

What girls do to each other is beyond description. No chinese torture comes close.

I like involved projects. I'm driven by the idea of characters and the song-cycle form is similar to a musical.