started my journal today, won't last long, like everything else in my life... love, seduction, awe, pleasure, fascination....

i went to venice, to feel and touch that magnificence everybody's talking about...yes, it really was that way...althought the people there are no longer those fascinating Venicians i imagined while reading Armand's biography, the place itself still is as it was described. [it never before occured to me that maybe the author of the book was wrong about that atmosphere as well... she can witness the same venice as i do, not the one from centuries ago...) but, whatever. For the first time in my life i was able to read a book in a very city it described awesome.

missing Armand and his story, though the book was long and overstuffed with descriptions at some times, without them [now i can see that] his story wouldn't be so unbelievably great.

if only Rice changed her mind and returned to her vampires once more...

better not since the more is left to our own imagination the better.

it's cold outside, rainy. Luka would said this rain will continue (...)till the bells of the cathedral...