After a few missed phone calls, Red and I met up in the city where she had just had her hair cut. We wandered around, did coffee at Essen, and ended up down at the "Electric Shadows" Bookshop which is a spin off from the independent cinema of the same name next door. I finally remembered the book I had been looking for quite some time, "The Little Prince" by Antoine de Saint-Exupery.
Like "Alice in Wonderland/Through the Looking Glass", I quickly realized (after I had bought it) that this was the sort of book I desperately wished that I had read in my childhood… Once I got home and finished it properly, a deep melancholy came over me. I felt so sad that what had been such a happy and imaginative childhood had to end so abruptly and brutally at age 12 in a boarding school far from home. I don't feel angry, I just feel sad for the loving trusting soul so naive of the real world who died over the space of a year or two. I think the reason I am so sad about not being able to cry is because I used to be so emotional back then, and now I long for that.
11:55 pm - I chatted to Red on ICQ, and I suppose I feel better now. I was already thinking about school and what it did to me before I got "The Little Prince" so I guess it was just sucky timing.