This huge bout of unpleasantness has hit the recluse again, and has resulted in a lack of posting, inspirations or anything positive. Evidently there has been reduced interest in travel, food and in plain English, anything!
It’s almost as if nothing impresses anymore. This unhealthy mood could last forever and I couldn’t be sure how or why it happened. Nonetheless, recent reminiscence has brought me back to looking at Poe’s works:
In visions of the dark night
I have dreamed of joy departed-
But a waking dream of life and light
Hath left me broken-hearted
Ah! what is not a dream by day
To him whose eyes are cast
On things around him with a ray
Turned back upon the past?
That holy dream- that holy dream
While all the world was chiding
Hath cheered me as a lovely beam
A lonely spirit guiding
What though that light, thro’ storm and night
So trembled from afar-
What could there be more purely bright
In Truth’s day-star?
Indeed, these words ever stringing the heart. In the dream, the unknown world, a place so much more acceptable than reality. And in this world we see what is pleasant, what is heartwarming and what happens to be a fragment of a hidden memory. Something that no-one might comprehend, but would have meant so much more than monetary values could measure.
In a deep and dark corner, dousing the sorrows with a Black Russian. Awaiting still, for the sunrise that never came…