On the windowsill
“Sitting here on the windowsill thinking about yesterday and the thousand and one nights to come…” Madeliene Rose.
“One of the schools of Tlön goes so far as to negate time: it reasons that the present is indefinite, that the future has no reality other than as a present hope, that the past has no reality other than as a present memory.”
Tlön, Uqbar, Orbis Tertius, Jorge Luis Borges.
I spent my morning sitting on my bedroom windowsill yesterday darling, thinking about what I ought to do with the rest of my life, and tomorrow.
I start moving in leaps and bounds when I do this. I see myself with deep set wrinkles on my face like the old lady, figuring out canes while sitting on a bench in the piazza with the rest of the oldies.
sitting on my bedroom windowsill, thinking about what I ought to do with the rest of my life, and tomorrow.
Truthfully though, I don’t see much of myself there because I see more of myself here, wearing light floral dresses while lounging at home and subsisting under the dark and dreary weather of the village for the rest of my time.
Story credits: Image via Vogue China.