In many ways, I did not grow up. I know it, and now and then someone tells me so. Circumstances being what they were, parts of me got frozen along the way in that first decade. So, problems come from that, I know, and yet part of what I got was this way of remembering: that it all seems like yesterday, decades, all a single thing of its own with strangely magical separation among what are called years and times, a radiant jewel, an unimaginable thing filled with unimaginable things, all this memory living as me here today.
Do you know the story of Dante when he was at the top of mt. Purgatory? The two rivers, Lethe and Eunoe? Sad at heart, he looked back upon his life and all his errors and regrets, and then he was immersed in the two rivers. Then he looked again at his life and all the suffering and misery was gone from it; it was exquisitely beautiful and wonderful, and all the things that he thought he suffered from and regretted, he now simply loved for what they are in him. It was at that point that he entered the earthly paradise atop the mountain.
“burgundy has fallen on white”. this is so so so beautiful and captures bittersweetness so well
thankssss✨🫶🏻✨
I always think about that song by the Dog I think. "Where'd all the time go?" But seriously, where'd it go?
it is literally slipping through our fingers 🥲
so beautiful!!
thank you so muchhh✨🫶🏻🥹
I am in awe at your writing, you encapsulated the feeling of anxiety so well I am sick to my stomach in the best way possible❤️
🥹🥹 thank you so muchhhh (ahah and sorry 🙈)
this resonated with me so deeply 😭🤍
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In many ways, I did not grow up. I know it, and now and then someone tells me so. Circumstances being what they were, parts of me got frozen along the way in that first decade. So, problems come from that, I know, and yet part of what I got was this way of remembering: that it all seems like yesterday, decades, all a single thing of its own with strangely magical separation among what are called years and times, a radiant jewel, an unimaginable thing filled with unimaginable things, all this memory living as me here today.
Do you know the story of Dante when he was at the top of mt. Purgatory? The two rivers, Lethe and Eunoe? Sad at heart, he looked back upon his life and all his errors and regrets, and then he was immersed in the two rivers. Then he looked again at his life and all the suffering and misery was gone from it; it was exquisitely beautiful and wonderful, and all the things that he thought he suffered from and regretted, he now simply loved for what they are in him. It was at that point that he entered the earthly paradise atop the mountain.