grey skies, grey head.

"A black-bordered envelope arrives from Germany, the printed announcement of a dear acquaintance's death, which I learned about by telephone a week earlier. I would find it easier to open my mail if all the major messages were colour-coded. Black for death. (Christoph died at forty-nine of his second heart attack.) Red for love, Blue for longing. Yellow for rage. And an envelope with a border the colour once known as ashes of roses- could that announce kindness? For I'm prone to forget this kind of letter exists, too: the expression of sheer kindness.
Hello, hello, how are you, how are you, I'm well, I'm well, how are, how is...
And you, my dear?"
susan sontag- the letter scene.

I'm feeling nostalgic today for some reason, wistful really. its a grey day, so maybe reason for grey mood. its not a bad thing, but rather strange and melancholic. i think perhaps its just tiredness; raging on a dance floor to strange rock groups with bad sound last night is not conducive to feeling peaceful and rested the next day, although it did make for fun at the time.