i cannot imagine what it'd be like to be in a relationship where making great conversation was not a big deal. abundance of give and take, abundance of getting to know oneself better through an articulation of one's own thoughts. for a moment while he's your boyfriend suddenly he's a best friend too. in the background there's still all things romantic but you get caught up in the trancendence of thought and articulation - this banter is cathartic. white seats must bump - 'twas dinnering at sushi tei in paragon, our now favourite haunt for love of raw cuttlefish sushi and the prawn stuff - another ritual that is ours and ours alone. and after dinner coffee at coffee bean, yet another ritualised process - both of these places are great complements. we always have the corner sofa seat waiting for us. so we sat there and looked through the wedding pics for s that the beloved one had just collected. and we had the great conversation aforementioned. that, of ilford pearl paper, of vasari, wolfflin and panofsky, of the aussie trip to come and its promises of bliss, of inate style and the natural self, of coolness that explodes from people like m, of the thin ones, and of course, of the pics. would love to join you in the darkroom but i gotta get myself going on my work. that's okay, we're dinnering again tomorrow. shall attempt a swim or run tomorrow morning after today's failure of waking up early and fresh.

we must go through torture to remember that all is done for God and not self. mom's coming back tomorrow from yala. just read reading - charles baudelaire, quite engaging this guy, the dandy. dandyism. very cool. but oh so decadent.