Lighting a (virtual) candle for Memere
I won't be home for Christmas, so I won't experience those reminders. But they're here right now, lurking behind me and to the right, heavy in the air.
The finale of Dead Like Me got me thinking like this. It was set on Halloween, sweeping a tale about dying and (never) letting go. Memory. Is that enough for the dead?
We didn't do anything special tonight. Well, I made a pumpkin cheesecake. We had all the fun squeezed out of us on Saturday, at a raucous bacchanal of a Halloween party. Serious carnivale there. It cast a shadow on tonight.
(we, by the way, went as Jack and Ennis from "Brokeback Mountain")
This Halloween reminds me of death. Not spooky claw-handed-psycho-outside-your-car death. But crash-victim death. The kind of grisley reality of Strange Days, Dangerous Nights, a book of odd and gruesome photos from the St. Paul Pioneer Press. Commonplace tragedy. Unusual gaiety. It was a good borrow from the library. And now, while seraphwings prepares to write a novel, I prepare to sleep.
The finale of Dead Like Me got me thinking like this. It was set on Halloween, sweeping a tale about dying and (never) letting go. Memory. Is that enough for the dead?
We didn't do anything special tonight. Well, I made a pumpkin cheesecake. We had all the fun squeezed out of us on Saturday, at a raucous bacchanal of a Halloween party. Serious carnivale there. It cast a shadow on tonight.
(we, by the way, went as Jack and Ennis from "Brokeback Mountain")
This Halloween reminds me of death. Not spooky claw-handed-psycho-outside-your-car death. But crash-victim death. The kind of grisley reality of Strange Days, Dangerous Nights, a book of odd and gruesome photos from the St. Paul Pioneer Press. Commonplace tragedy. Unusual gaiety. It was a good borrow from the library. And now, while seraphwings prepares to write a novel, I prepare to sleep.