Facing the past this time, is not so much easier to bear as it is to ignore. In light of what we learn from the experience of " art imitates life". I have come to the conclusion that I do not need anyone but you. In light of the power of money. The exuded power of class. The stormy power of beauty. You are all that I need. Elusive. Unattainable. You. Whare will you be ?