monday drain

after a long 'valentines' monday...

no drawing tonite...just reading...and listening to sappy songs...boo...
try to be happy where you are...it's hard...yes...

'to those who understand life, that would have given a much greater air of truth to my story. for i do not want anyone to read my book carelessly. i have suffered too much grief in settling down these memories. six years have already passed since my friend went away from me, with his sheep. if i try to describe him here, it is to make sure that i shall not forget him. to forget a friend is sad. not everyone has had a friend. and if i forget him, i may become like the grown-ups who are no longer interested in anything but figures...'

'i sort out travelers, bundels of a thousand, said the switchman. they are in a great hurry, said the little prince, what are they looking for? not even the locomotive engineer knows that, said the switchman. are they coming back already? demanded the little prince. these are not the same ones, said the switchman, it is an exchange. were they not satisfied where they were? asked the little prince. no one is ever satisfied where he is. said the switchman. are they pursuing the first travelers? demanded the little prince. they are pursuing nothing at all, said the switchman. they are asleep in there, or if they are not asleep they are yawning. only the little children are flattening their noses against the windowpanes, said the switchman. only the children know what they are looking for, they waste their time over a rag doll and it becomes very important to them, and if anybody takes it away from them, they cry...said the little prince. they are lucky, said the switchman.'

lucky indeed.