where am I to go now that I've gone too far

It took a while to fight back from limbo, and there was one more flip of my broken Key to take me away from the space, but barring that, I made it to the Sonata gallery in one piece, more or less. I waited with bated breath to finally see what the artist had done, and I was astounded.

The photographs were intense, visceral, some painful to look at, some making me want to shy away from them. In the midst of them, there were two photographs of Cellside that I found myself yearning for. I'm going to get one of them. I don't know which one yet. But they both call fairly hard.

The artist was happy to see me, and all four of her Muses showed up to accompany her at the opening. The demon's daughter--now the doctor's daughter--showed up as well, in burning scarlet and black, with huge curving horns and armor that looked as if it had grown from her bones, attached, living with her, not worn like clothing. And she did not have her engine, which still makes me happy to see.

She said, there was enough magic in that gallery to sustain her without her constant fuel-source, and this I believe. This many artistic types, this many inspirations, and the art itself crowded into one building--it was a work of deepest creative magic.

We spent the night, once the music started playing, dancing together, or at least near to each other. This was a comfort in itself, in a building full of three floors of deep pain, souls' crying need, the unease and the insanity of what lies within.

It convinced me, as if I needed convincing, that I have friends, that my friends can sustain me, and I them, and I do not need to go mad to do so.

Or at least, not additionally. One must always remember my start point is a bit farther down the line from stability than most.

The show will run for two weeks. Please do attend if you can.