Jun 12, 2020
[ Audio te animo angi et medicum dicere ex eo te laborare. ]
< Tu te tourmentes, à ce que j'apprends, et le médecin dit que c'est ce qui te rend malade. ><CIC.corr.>
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[ Audio te animo angi et medicum dicere ex eo te laborare. ]
< Tu te tourmentes, à ce que j'apprends, et le médecin dit que c'est ce qui te rend malade. ><CIC.corr.>
Illustrations of Athanasius Kircher, 1602-1680
(though I suspect the first one is actually an imitation of Kircher, or at the very least a digital recoloring)
[ Ego omni delectatione litterisque omnibus careo, quas antequam te videro attingere non possum. ]
< Je ne puis prendre aucun plaisir ni me livrer à aucune étude: tant que je ne t'aurai pas vu, je ne pourrai toucher à un livre. ><CIC,corr.>
[ Conserva te mihi ]
< Prends soin de ta vie qui m'est chère ><CIC,corr.>
If your finger was the size of the planet Earth, it could feel the difference between houses and cars.
http://www.sciencedaily.com/releases/2013/09/130916110853.htm?z=1
Litteras ( 4:07 PM EST| 5:07 AM JST)
Five in the morning and distantly Lyle could hear the sounds of Tokyo mumbling through the walls of the hotel. He had been up half the night while Alaizabel tried to snuggle against his side, Lyle had squirmed out of bed only an hour ago to sit by the window and read the letter again mulling it over. Should it matter? His grandfather never knew, he never would, and now Lyle was with a woman. It shouldn't matter. But it did. And that shook Lyle to the core, left an ache in his chest that he only felt upon learning that Alaizabel had taken off. He knew that for the he was closeted to his family but he'd never felt shame for the fact that he was attracted to men, until now.
Sighing Lyle rubbed at his tired eyes, he needed sleep but couldn't convince his body to give in to it. He never could when upset. Folding the letter up neatly Lyle tapped his fingers against his thigh. He'd sat on the floor next to the long row of floor to ceiling windows, the carpet wasn't much of a chair, but it was better than letting his muscles get sore as he tossed and turned. The last thing that he wanted to believe was that his grandfather hated him for this. He had half a mind to wake Alaizabel up and talk to her about it, but he couldn't bring himself to do that to her.