...said the cat to days of yore. Back then, when she thought that happiness was in the seeds. The seeds, thought the cat now, are just the ugly moments.
Happiness on the other hand, is the whole fruit.
Happiness must have a flesh.
I want to build a playhouse of shoes and dresses, stuff it with books, wrap it up with floral wallpaper, crown it with haikus, take pictures of it and call it a "blog"...