my story is an interpretation of interpretations

"Love never dies of a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source; it dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds, it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings."

[Anäis Nin]

    What's the most romantic thing? Stories: telling them; hearing them; making them up, together; living a new one, yet to be told, "to the grandkids"....
    What's the saddest thing? Knowing that the story has reached The End.

Johanna: Talk to me some more
Jacques: It's hard, you know. I don't know what else to say. You're so far away.
Johanna: Tell me a story.
Jacques: A story? Do you now how it is--do you know what you're supposed to do, to meet a mermaid?
Johanna: No.
Jacques: You go down to the bottom of the sea, where the water isn't even blue anymore, where the sky is only a memory, and you float there, in the silence. And you stay there, and you decide, that you'll die for them. Only then do they start coming out. They come, and they greet you, and they judge the love you have for them. If it's sincere, if it's pure, they'll be with you, and take you away forever.
Johanna: I like that story.

If she wasn't a fool, she'd have hated that story.
I hate that story.

 [title quotation by Jens Christian Grøndahl]