in my inbox

Only one piece of email since morning that wasn't spam. A goth event agreed to exhibit my photos. As I begin to compose a response, I think of my love, my Mneme, my Achingly Defiant.

I pause to re-read their words. Yes. Love the work...we will use it...

I take a moment to cherish, to revel, to enjoy. And then I take another to stand before my home altar, and thank Bhrama for the touch of his power, thank Vishnu for sending me a woman who has inspired me to this greatness.

Om. Shanti, shanti, shanti.

And then I begin.