First message
i lit candles and closed the blackout shades of my art room. at my desk i began to write: Dear Diary,
my ever long journey to find true and pure art has brought me to this quiet town in greece. the sea wind and ancient architecture has done me well. here i now room with a woman of a certain beauty, her name is purely mine to know. suffice to say she has many qualities that should in time give her a man. she loyally walks into my art room at 3pm everyday, as well as noon and 10am. she always has food, small talk, and various homemade snacks to bring me. she's like a little sister, ever present and helpful. now i'm not unaware of her advances, yet, my days with women in my arms are behind me, im an artist first now, and my latest one of the Grecian sunset is nearly done, i have yet to decide to where to...'
i pause writing and see her come into my candlit studio. she seems to regard my work and life as a question, i wonder if she'll take me long, i still need to work out today...