Perdition, Catch My Soul

"Look on the tragic loading of this bed./This is thy work. The object poisons sight;/Let it be hid."

-Lodovico, from The Tragedy Of Othello, Shakespeare.

Does this sound familiar to you?

"Who steals my purse steal trash; 'tis something, nothing;/'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands;/But he that filches from me my good name/Robs me of that which not enriches him/And makes me poor indeed." -Iago

I found it! The second most fun part about reading Othello was discovering all the little famous phrases that I've heard before and elsewhere, and realizing where they came from. =) (The first is the elaborate language.)

The story line was unbelievable, the characters even more so. The literal ending, lame. But he gets off it with the words. For being Shakespeare......shouldn't he be better than this? Still, I enjoyed every minute of it.....

A normalcy, like well-oiled pistons, we are. Funny isn't it?, how chaos elsewhere can throw us so suddenly into a defined state? But I wouldn't have it any other way, it is perfect for the time.

Winterfair on Friday. I'm quite looking forward to it. I close my eyes and remember this day last year, one year ago -how things have happened since then!-, the fantasy made real--if only for a few hours, a palm outstretched harboring a small handful of change, nickles, smoothies, red hair, the Army Surplus store, the photographs, the wooden puzzle-boxes, the breathing creation, his smiles, "Hey, hey, hey". The awkwardness/beauty of it. Such a lovely day, and a lovely memory. I only hope this year can manage to be as quietly pleasant.

What do you do when you don't know what to do? In the mean time. Mean time.

P.S. Happy December!