Re: Call: Alexander/Eloise
[Breath.] Things have been difficult as of late. Acrimonious divorces intended to make a man recall his love are not fruitful things, Alexander. I was offered a role, and I went, grateful for the promised roar of applause in my ears once more. I did not receive applause, and I was not lauded a success. I went home, I wrote, I died, I was reborn, and now I am here again, in this desert with the false lights. I care for nothing.