January 2011
Moulin Rouge
I want to die like that. After a performance, with the audience cheering and love in my heart. Not anytime soon, but if I had a way to pick a perfect death, that would be it. For now I will live and build toward a romantic life, singing and laughing for no reason at all.
Suddenly I hear “Tori! Come here! Look: it’s you!”
An there she is.
This stranger who has my face. I have a doppleganger. I HAVE ONE.
Love for no reason,
Except the red wine,
For youth must be youthful
And foolish...
– Tennessee Williams