I think of the red circle, ever-widening in the still water. I think of his silk shirts in the winged air, of her pale laughter in the empty room. I think of the clasp of the bullet in the gun, the gun in the hand. I wonder - was he invincible then, in his happiness? I wonder - are we ever? ~Gatsby I spend my time adventuring, collecting vintage items, silversmithing, and practicing yoga. I hope you see something beautiful. Namaste.