~ erokitty ~

the day lost has just become the day found.
remarkable how hope can be blown away by a wind from a safe direction. how it can be revived by a breeze that you would never expect to appear here.
a short novel bit by cortazar, just a piece of a sentence.

8 x 8 is a variation. or a dog.

to stop believe is to die.
to stop believe is to kill.
i guess that's what peter pan is about. it has suddenly become the core thought of this novel for me:

when you stop believe in fairies, one of them dies.

it can be anything. a friend. love. scent of a freesia. guardian angels. ability to fly. goodness. authenticity (truth is too pretentious). beauty.
but - what if barrie was too diplomatic to express the idea in its full extension?
that if we stop believe in a person, he or she dies.
or maybe a part of him/her.
maybe the most important part.

i'm listening to my 'saddest songs ever' playilist, smiling. that's the first time it happens.
the erokitty picture comes originally from my old ericsson. i made it to cheer up a friend with an mms. it's cheerful, bouncy, upside down, very arionic. blue colour makes it serene. balanced. it brings warmth and peace. freedom.
that's the reason why the kitty is here.