bury the dead where they're found

Our houseguest left.  It was good to have her.  We've had a few now.  We're getting good at it, I think.  Or our friends are so great.

That ring I posted a pic of--did I already post that picture?  I love that ring--it's at the goddess temple as an offering.  I love how the gems are set horizontally.  I would like a ring like that one day.

Maybe I should look for a custom jeweler.  But I'm not used to buying myself things like that.

I'm listening to Sufjan Stevens' Carrie & Lowell which makes me think of my ex, all that pain and grief and fucked up-ness.  Death.

Here are some lyrics from "The Only Thing."

The only thing that keeps me from driving this car
Half-light, jack knife into the canyon at night
Signs and wonders, Perseus aligned with the skull
Slain Medusa, Pegasus alight from us all

Do I care if I survive this, bury the dead where they’re found
In a veil of great surprises I wonder did you love me at all?

The only thing that keeps me from cutting my arm
Cross hatch, warm bath, Holiday Inn after dark
Signs and wonders, water stain writing the wall
Daniel’s message, blood of the moon on us all

Do I care if I despise this, nothing else matters, I know
In a veil of great disguises, how do I live with your ghost?

Should I tear my eyes out now?
Everything I see returns to you somehow

--Sufjan Stevens