Melancholy
» Polyamory Considered
Never have relish in the faery power
Of unreflecting love;—then on the shore
Of the wide world I stand alone, and think
Till love and fame to nothingness do sink.
- Keats
One area of contemporary pop culture that I do enjoy is the forensic television shows. I watch them as they are released on DVD. Reason and science triumph: the faith of my youth. And I’m enjoying a British series, The Hustle about a group of grifters who con the wicked wealthy. Wit overcomes evil.
An unlikely reality more fantastic than any sadomasochistic fantasies.
A friend recently wrote that something I said on my kink free personal site said that I sounded as if I were writing at the end of my life. A sobering comment.
But I find myself going to sleep - at least making the effort - much earlier than necessary. My goal is to evade the passing of minutes. To temporarily cease to be.
And I’ve started smoking again. Drinking and eating too much. The petty solaces to be found in bad habits.
I can well imagine the advice I’d give to a friend who confessed all this.
