....my internet access is decidedly better than expected. So, ha - another post. Actually, this is mostly about something that has absolutely nothing to do with Vienna. I made my way through Terri Windling's The Wood Wife last night, and it was one of those books that made me feel like reality can, in fact, be askew in a completely lovely and dark way. (Yes, I realize that sounds terribly goth girl of me, but so be it.) It's been such a long time since I've fallen into a book that way - it was delicious. The ideas behind the book are very Charles de Lint, with dual realities existing. And there were quotes in the book that succinctly summarized things I've often thought. (Example: Something like "Talking about things you secretly believe in is like talking about sex - embarassingly personal.") It's one of the first times I've actually cared enough about a quote to stop reading and go write it down. (Of course, I haven't remembered it quite right, which is why I wrote it down in a noteook for easy retrieval later.)

I must now go find the various and sundry poets mentioned in the book, and read their work - Borges, Neruda, and Rilchte, I think it was. I'll have to go check to make sure, but I believe those were the main ones. But I actually have a book of Borges somewhere, and I know regyt has been properly enamored of him for quite a while now. So perhaps I shall seek recommendations for which bits are good to read first.