For Some Reason, She Hadn’t Realized Before That Leaving Meant Leaving Something Behind. This Was A
For some reason, she hadn’t realized before that leaving meant leaving something behind. This was a gouging…a formidable excavation. Perhaps the true fault in our nature is believing that these coinciding and colliding lives are intrinsically meaningful. Or perhaps it’s our greatest asset. Oh, but to be able to let go of it all, regardless.
RMS, 3/26/2015
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Fortuity.
“Said one observer on Gallatin Road, about three-quarters of a mile north of the storm, ‘The tornado cloud was first observed while watching the unusual hail, which fell prior to the storm. The cloud approaching from a westerly direction appeared like a huge inverted cone moving rapidly across a light-colored background of rain, looking very much similar to a shadow moving across a motion picture screen.’”
https://www.weather.gov/ohx/nashvilletornadomarch1933
Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
—Virginia Woolf
Seaside Halloween tree.
(RMS, 10-20-2022.)
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