met up with T for dinner today. he hasn't even filed for graduation it seems, seeking solace in cooking and baking and games... adrift on an endless sea. the thought seems powerfully lonely, and sometimes alluring to me even. but its just escapism, pure and simple. depression is not my only companion, but it seems to be his.

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i want to open a café, much like the one at paragon - the project bloodbrothers bloodcafé - or the book café at martin road. somewhere one can go, far from the maddening crowd, curl up on a nice settee, with hot cocoa and marshmallows, jazz music in the background, magazines and books strewn around.