Can it be? In the sultry heat of the afternoon, when one should be avoiding from the glare of the sun, hiding in the confines of the squarish cellar, one still can feel the burden?

I should have feel cool in the comfort of the shadows, but then, still, a heavy burden weighs more upon my heart, and the faculties of my mind has been sent spiralling. They are no longer functioning as it should be. Fruitlessness, as I spin towards oblivion. Why? Why indeed...A question that has no answers.

And in the heat of this unexplained feverishness, I added a guestbook to my tomes. Dear visitors, please leave thy name if thou art willing.The link is below the below the music player.

Merci.

Your servant
Aristocrat