encroaching madness

[helenic]

Today has been three times crazy and it isn't even lunchtime. I got to my latin language supervision at 11am only to find it had been moved to 1pm, and I had to cancel lunch with Josh, who has an hour spare between trains and whom I haven't seen since Christmas. Cycled back to college to cook, seeing as I wouldn't have another chance until 3pm, and a quarter of an hour later came back to the faculty for my Herodotus lecture at 12, only to find that I was in a third year seminar on Plato's Symposium, and Herodotus has been moved to Wednesday. Added to the fact I can't locate any of the books on my Tacitus reading list in the library catalogue, I'm beginning to feel more than a little insane.

Oh, but today is beautiful. This last week has been beautiful; a half-mad mess of love and tears and far, far too much to drink. My brother and his girlfriend came to visit for the weekend for formal hall and King's indie night, and then rag carnival day on Saturday, with drums in the market square and jugglers and dancing. I bought stripy socks and we found a book fair in the town hall, full of the most gorgeous antique editions. I fell in love with a leather-bound Grimm, with exquisite acrylic illustrations protected by greaseproof paper, in which every highlight and star seemed to leap like light off the page. I held it enraptured for almost twenty minutes; I couldn't bear to put it down. It was £50 or I would have bought it; that and the first edition Lord of the Rings, and a gigantic twin Alice complete with the Hunting of the Snark and dizzying, sinister opium illustrations. Neither of us wanted to leave.

On Thursday the crocuses bloomed in the quad, suddenly revealing themselves in swathes of colour, yellow and purple avenues lining the path to the chapel, and snowdrops. Iain and I sat on the steps in the sun, talking of summer despite the chill air; the sky was Mediterranean blue. The whole of college is filled with fragrance. His present finally arrived two weeks late from Hong Kong: Fong Sai Yuk I and II on dvd. We celebrated unvalentines day Alice-style, with kisses on my bedroom floor and the sunlight shining on our faces, making his seem more beautiful than ever.

I wrote on his thigh in blue biro; I want to stay here till the end of time, till the earth stops turning … Gonna love you till the seas run dry. When I awoke the next morning there was a perfect mirror of it on my belly, imprinted from pressing against each other as we slept. The more I hear it the more I suspect that's the greatest love song ever written. We tried to make lists in the style of High Fidelity, but couldn't decide on the other four. What do you think?

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[libellum.livejournal.com]

I was stunned by it at the time. I didn't know what it was at first - I thought maybe he'd written it on me while I was asleep - only I couldn't read it. Like it was a strange language. And then I looked in the mirror and there it was, a reflection of my love for him. The imagery is clichéd, but it was still overwhelming.

xxx

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[http://users.livejournal.com/_pyrexia/]

aww but it is the sweetest thing.
like a faerytale.