Yesterday and early today I felt the tendrils of despair tighten around me again. I don't want to remember. But memories are everywhere, in every little thing. The Autumn breeze, a subtle whiff of perfume, the way light plays with the leaves of a tree... flashbacks of a paradise. I cried, not simply for the loss of a beloved person, but for the loss of a dream with that person.
So I arrived at work, sick and depressed, dropped my stuff on my desk and headed straight to the ladies' bathroom. The only place here where I can afford some privacy, some silence. I took my Enchanted Oracle with me... I had no question, I just wanted a distraction. Something to quell the flux of images before my eyes.