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Make a wish, and see yourself on stage, inside out, a tangle of garlands in your hair.

Never age. Never die. Live forever in that one white-hot moment when the crowd screamed.

To burn always with this hard, gem-like flame, to maintain this ecstasy, is success in life.

What can I add to a week like this? I know that I lose so much, so quickly, and am left with mere factual knowledge about things I once felt so keenly. I should document this week, this term, this life, so I can look back and remember. This should never be forgotten.

But all I could document, really, are the facts. How this feels, I haven't the art to express. So it will pass, as every other moment. But I have savoured it, sucked out its marrow, and that makes all the difference.

(ps: play "spot the reference!" with this post. my eternal love momentary admiration to anyone who can find them all without googling.)