Have been meaning to post this gorgeous song all week. Didn’t want to share a melancholy track tonight, but it’s been a staggeringly depressing day and I’m heading out to watch the last episodes of OITNB tonight with a couple friends, so this is comparatively lovely and next to the rest of that darkness.
Jeanette Winterson, Oranges Are Not the Only Fruit
I want to tell her the five most important things she needs to know before she leaves, but we haven’t spoken all morning.
I made the coffee without being asked. She took it the same way.
I say five, but there could be more.
I’m sure there are more, but five is a good, round number, I think. Enough but not too many, not too many things to carry with her. She wouldn’t listen beyond five, anyway.
A calm has settled over her. I say five, but really, there’s only one thing, only one thing to tell her. Don’t go.
Manuel Gonzalez, from Five Things
So many beautiful pieces tonight about perception, misunderstanding and habit.
The story behind lobsters
is that they weren’t thought of as cuisine
until the 19th century. Before that
they were considered peasant food,
and most often served in prisons.
The story behind diamonds
is that they were just rocks until 1938
when there was a marketing campaign
that forever linked them with love.
The story about you is that you thought
I was so much more than I was.
The story behind art
is that it’s never a masterpiece
until it’s already been sold.
Once it already belongs to someone else.
The story behind us
is that once you finally had me, you had
no idea what I was worth.
Love this piece and the plays on value. How impressionable our desires are. How inventive our objects of worship and love. It is good to be reminded often.
Greta Garbo, Picture Show Magazine Interview, 1927
A bit shaken by a lucid dream/hallucination I experienced last night. It wouldn’t be the first time I’ve wrestled with a lucid dream, but never before have I actually felt a physical sensation of being touched or grabbed by the figure in the dream more than a visual scene. Spent time this afternoon making some sense of it by reading about anomalous experiences and hoping the person seen is actually still alive and well. I have no idea. Logic chalks it up to fatigue. Imagination always has more frightfully daring theories.
(photo via CanusLilium on DeviantArt)