Miss · Cornelia · Rothschild

Although exciting things are afoot, I'd like to take a moment to reflect upon art.

Mayor Sprocket, you see, is an excellent dancer. (I try to keep up.)

Miss Kandace Commons makes the most beautiful sculptures, and takes the most beautiful pictures. I envy her artistic ability.

Mr. Hassanov writes gorgeous poetry -- and to me!

Lia's Song

A form of perfection sits elegantly, slowly sipping tea, arms bent with precision, her movements timed, flawless.

The flicker of life you see in her eyes may be a shutter snap, and the heartbeat in her breast the rhythm of cogs and springs, but somewhere in the iron and jewels is a spirit that those fleshborn could never be a vessel for.

Some would think a heart of gold is cold, but passion isn't bonded to material, a soul isn't bonded to a body, a sepulchre of flesh, a placeholder that fills a void; it's bonded to energy and vigor that break across the emptiness to bring meaning into the world and fulfills its purpose.

A spirit of steel is just as powerful of one of flesh.

And although I am nowhere as talented, I sometimes like to record songs.

The end! Now, to return to admiring.

Love,

Lia

Current Location:	In a Boat with Mr. Hassanov
Current Mood:	artistic