Winter fruit

Almost three months it’s been since I last posted anything. While I patiently await my suicide machine, please don’t disqualify me, O Elders of the Internet!

Recently, I heard the name Persephone and was immediately thrown back to my childhood. Not really being even a mediocre authority on Greek and Roman mythology, I’m not quite sure how I instantly connected the dots between Persephone and the story of Proserpina that I read as a child, but I did. It was a childhood that abounded with books and in one of them, I remember reading the story of Proserpina’s abduction by Pluto. I was pretty young at the time, but even at that age, the tragedy of it all struck me quite sharply. Now that I think of it, I think I had a book that seemed to be filled with stories filled with gloom and despair. That’s what comes of unsupervised reading! Shel Silverstein’s The Giving Tree was another mildly depressing story that I quite liked at that age.

On a side note, this wonderful depiction was sculpted by a 23 year old Bernini. Zoomed in, you can even see delicate tears streaming down her face. And don’t miss Cerberus down at Pluto’s feet.

Coming back to nearer times: When I had just made it into my twenties, I thought to myself that this was going to be the time of my life and I was determined to make it last as long as I could. But now that I’m on the wrong side of the decade, it’s going by all too fast. I’m not even sure I’ve had the time of my life yet… how would I recognize it? Slowly, I’ve grown to appreciate things that I would have hastily scorned but a short while ago. It’s even got to a point where I no longer run away from things that smell of lavender. The amount of time it’s taken me to get back to writing and the fact that this post barely has a point probably says something about where my mind and priorities are moving too. Enough for now.

“Too much change is not a good thing; ask the climate!”

Shakin’ Stevens – Cry Just a Little Bit

Berlin – Take My Breath Away