The healthy being craves an occasional wildness, a jolt from normality, a sharpening of the edge of appetite, his own little festival of Saturnalia, a brief excursion from his way of life.

I must go to bed.  To sleep.  Perchance to even dream.  I think in the last four days I've gotten a total of about seven hours of sleep.  This is not at all even the tiniest exaggeration.  Cramming 23 films into four days will do that to a certain naked girl.

Those films, though, have been truly beautiful and heart-touching and life-affirming and inspiring.  I can't wait to share more about the stories that have been shared with me.  About the souls I have met. About the adventures I have had. 

I do want to say this: I am a girl who is truly meant to festival.  If I could be paid to festival, well, that would be perhaps the most beautiful life this naked girl could ever love. Not sure there's a universe where that could ever be possible, but you know, if I ask, anything, even that, is possible.