"lies & half-truths fall like snow, covering the things i remember, the things i saw. a landscape unrecognizable after a snowfall..."-neil gaiman.

lies. half-truths. fantasies. we're not talking a blizzard of deceit. just a flurry of confusion, i suppose. more doubt than anything else. a gentle mist or haze of doubt & withholding.

things left to interpretation..& later denial.

but right now the oblivion of changing weather, the charge of a pending storm, is far too enticing.

stock up on candles & alibis...