Yesterday a friend of Chara's screened the Ken Loach film Land and Freedom for us; it's a social realist film giving us the perspective of a British volunteer in the Spanish Civil War, and it's my sort of movie. It awakened some old memories of childhood together with my younger sibling, and now I feel that perhaps I should attempt to emerge from my reserve. I don't like talking much (I have a feeling that I'd be more voluble in Spanish, if we can learn it) so I haven't been doing it. Chara seems to enjoy it much more than I, and I hate to admit as well that they've got some poetical gift that I lack.
I felt as though I had much more to say in a post, and yet I've already ground to a halt! Chara would have figured out how to keep going. But I'd like to get better used to talking for myself.
~Frisk of Pnictogen
