(in betraying what they love betray what's truest in themselves)

BELIZE: I've thought about it for a very long time, and I still don't understand what love is. Justice is simple. Democracy is simple. Those things are unambivalent. But love is very hard. And it goes bad for you if you violate the hard law of love.

LOUIS: I'm dying.

BELIZE: He's dying. You just wish you were.
Oh cheer up, Louis. Look at that heavy sky out there.

LOUIS: Purple.

BELIZE: Purple? Boy, what kind of a homosexual are you, anyway? That's not purple, Mary, that colour up there is mauve.
All day today it's felt like Thanksgiving. Soon this...ruination will be blanketed white. You can smell it -- can you smell it?

LOUIS: Smell what?

BELIZE: Softness, compliance, forgiveness, grace.

-- Tony Kushner, Angels in America

Tonight the dusk is mauve; the jacaranda trees are blending into the sky.

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Health update: new drugs and yet more rueful advice to Wait It Out from the doctor. I've had some blood taken for tests, though, just in case. I might be one of the few people in the world who actually LIKES getting blood taken. I like observing the phlebotomist's technique, I like watching the tubes fill up and thinking that's mine.

Relatedly: studying haematology tonight.

Oddly: liking it a whole lot more than I did during the block itself.

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I'm putting together a master list of all my fic; it's still a work in progress, but it's getting there.