The sea knows where all the rocks are

[sovay]

I walked something like five miles today and worked until nearly five in the morning and my body does not appear to believe it needs sleep, although I am quite certain it does; I do.

derspatchel and I visited the MFA briefly tonight. There are three new galleries in the classical wing; I only got as far as the one dedicated to the art of Homeric epic before the museum closed and kicked us out, though Rob reports to my great delight that one of my favorite erotic kylices is back on display. I photographed this marble fragment of a siren through the glass:



(Phone caption as I mailed it to myself: "Mourning Siren, then we got thrown out of gallery.")

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[asakiyume.livejournal.com]

They know and mourn.

Maybe that's what makes their songs so dangerous--maybe it's the hopelessness of their grief--maybe as immortal (semi-immortal) creatures watching a mortal world? And maybe it's not love of the beauty of their song but a sense of existential despair that sends people to the rocks.

Hello, my name is Asakiyume and I always think of The Most Melancholy Alternative.