Some little truths occur.
I have lived my life this week despite the setting. Lived my life in the little room which is not larger than a cell but has been transformed by posters, feathers, books, candles, wine, talismans, fans, articles of love. Each seems to have been chosen with love. And if nothing had entered, if I had been here in among the bare walls, if I had been here alone, I also would have survived. After all, I have been up at dawn each day watching the sun rise.