Tuesday, February 14, 2012

v.d. '12

"To sleep, perchance to Dream" -- Shakespeare.

"To Feel Perchance to Love" -- the title of some dude's online Sherlock Holmes fan fiction.

"To dream of love, perchance to consume the greatest sweetness in the highest quantity (but then throw up later)" -- Madsen.

I grew up in hearing the British New Romantic pop music movement in the background constantly. Ideally, love is as sparkly as synth. Learned that from the 80s.

Unfortunately, I went through puberty in the 90s. Maybe that's the reason I always associate love with pain. Why did we have so much pain and cynicism in the 90s? The cold war was over. The arms race was abating and we were an unrivaled superpower. 9/11 and the time of terror was another world away.

Maybe we had too much love. That would start any grunge movement.

To lovers past, present and future: the hurt's been fun.


Blogger Michal Sarah said...

This was perfect.

March 01, 2012 10:48 AM  

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