Private
Honestly, only Joly and Combeferre have been here legally since I moved in after the new year. And Courfeyrac's been to the fire escape where he stood there making faces at me while I was on deadline and not speaking to him, ignoring my requests to throw himself off.
But no, really. If it's the sort of thing that puts somebody off, it's not a problem to put it away when they're around. I sort of get the feeling Joly's going to freak if he ever has to look at it, and there are probably really good reasons other than the health ones, like I'm insanely morbid, that people have for not being into it. It doesn't take anything away if I move it to another room for the duration. Not that I plan on really entertaining, it's kind of a fire hazard/maze in here at best. Whoever said newspapers were going digital wasn't wrong, but grossly underestimated the time that kind of thing TAKES.
I've suspected since that painting of yours. Of the barricade. So far I've seen a lot of things that I didn't think that I was capable of, but know I would do if I had to, and quite a bit of things when it came to the lot of you that I regret.
I suppose the fondness is in knowing that somewhere I had a purpose, that somewhere all of this striving that I do was something that could have a real result. It makes me want to find those places that could use that sort of thing here if nothing else, and go to them. Our own problems are great but there are some out there, bigger ones I might be uniquely suited to writing about and exposing. I'm done with school in May so, maybe it's a push toward a future that makes me embrace it so readily. I don't mean to dwell on the past we're seeing but to use it to find a future.