“Cinderella’s background paintings remind me of grand stage sets for a Viennese Operetta by Johann Strauss. Everything is exaggerated in order to enhance a dreamlike, sentimental mood. The movie was made on a shoestring budget, yet its visual presentation is opulent and luscious. You combine that with rich storytelling, and you get a classic for the ages.” - Andreas Deja
… the criticism of language cannot get around the fact that our words commit us and that we should remain faithful to them. Naming an object inaccurately means adding to the unhappiness of the world.
Albert Camus ·On a Philosophy of Expression by Brice Parain, Poésie (1944)
i spend my days waiting. waiting for the water to boil and my tea to be ready. for spring to come back. for more daylight. the oil in the pan to heat up. a “hey i miss you” or “can you help me out for a second?” or “you want to hang out?” text. for my phone to finish charging. for good news. flowers on the table. the next hug. “hey, you got the job!”. waiting for the sun. to set. to rise. to see both. for summer to be around the corner. a good song. a falling star. a text back. i spend my time waiting to be remembered. i spend my time repeating that tomorrow will be better. tomorrow will be better. i spend my days waiting and waiting and waiting. i spend my days waiting unbearably.
You were never one thing, my youth. You were a terror, a missed chance, a come-again, a kind of eternal return. When you come to my door, today, far from the sea, I let you in. Sometimes you are Daphne, tormented by that insistent, obtuse pursuer, the sun, and sometimes you strike a pose, indifferent, like Antinoüs, to what I want, to what anyone wants, content to be seen after hiding, among the men and women, the training bras and the just-in-case shorts, the outgrown rain slickers and broken-in running shoes, the closets full of night and nonbinary angels, the selkies, the griffins, the Fair Folk who taught you to fly …
