And so the madness begins again

Ennio Morricone - Cinema Paradiso

I should be doing so many things right now because my schedule is so hectic, but I'm not. I'm listening to an exquisite pitterpatter of piano notes. I simply do not feel like working. I feel like I need to take a few moments to express my inner feelings. The ones too important and too insignificant to share, the ones that only make sense to yourself. I miss my old journal. I regret deleting it a little. There were over two year's worth ot things written, phrasings that I will never be able to recreate and moments I will never be able to live again because I erased how it felt to live them. I haven't forgotten that I lived them, only how it felt. But feeling is the most vivid sense. Without it, how would you develop personal taste and opinions? Here I go with my questions again. Christmas is rapidly approaching and I need to find a gift for Alex. I've thought about Le référendum volé by Robin Philipot, a white photo with no elastic on the sleeves, and he suggested a James Bond videogame. I'd already thought about that too, 'only a good girlfriend would get her boyfriend a videogame because she's accepting enough of it even though she doesn't like it'. Now that he suggested it, it sounds like a cheesy idea. I feel obliged ti find the perfect gift. After all, a gift is a symbol. I need a symbol of how perfect he is and how much I love him. What can I get that will symbolize that I respect him and adore him?