oh, and also. i rediscovered this week that a soft remedy to feeling tired, tattered, abandoned, and/or lonely late in the evening (particularly a starry, clearskied, velvety evening) is playing durutti column records until the sun rises. really. i had a gauzy dream urge almost to pen vini reilly a tiny letter thanking him for these luminescent band-aids and sparklers, glass bottles to put your wine in and drown, all sorts. but as i said to someone this morning, i'm sure he knows, there must be zillions of kids who've told him. being saved at night is such a miracle. good grief. you'd think it'd only happened once. and ah not so, loves.