true. false.

true.

Coldplay's Viva La Vida album is perfect for long, rainy twilit drives.

true.

There is little like listening to Regina Spektor on rainy dim-lit mornings in your bedroom, the air cool and crisp with a premature breath of autumn, an art exhibition awaiting you in the Sydney distance.

true.

Inkdeath is of a special sort of brilliance - the squirming-goodness-excitement-inside-you, smile-bringing-eye-crinkling-intoxicating, dark-late-rainy-night-pages-rustle-smell type. Through all the darkness emerged the light. Emerged the happy, warm ending. Now that's writing - something so strong, subtle and innately beautiful it cannot be lost in translation.

false.

Packing for a single night trip requires only one small bag.

false.

My bottomless bag is bottomless.

false.

How much a person means to you can be summed up in words or pictures, even if a picture tells a thousand words, and there are a thousand pictures. Words, no matter how wonderful, can equate to a touch, or a woven conglomeration of feelings deep, deep inside you.

true.

They can try.

true.

They can simulate. But only if they are perfect. They, like windows, offer possibilities that are always unique in their interpretation.

false.

Time slows or quickens. And I'm not lazy, frazzled or disorganised.

false.

I don't feel comfortable that way.

true.

I have to leave now.