Sting

[smokingboot]

A sorrow, I'll not describe it here. It's easily 50 years old, an unwelcome memory brought up by some recent events. Triggered? Stupid word but yes.

Half a century and more. God, I wish I remembered useful things and forgot this. I do not have a Holmesian Mind Palace, I have an 'antique' shop with attached sundry portals. Not saying I'm the junk lady from Labyrinth, only that I could give her a job if she wanted one. But see, that in itself made me laugh, made me forget this sad painful old thing.

I have stuff to do tomorrow. So tonight I will go to sleep and let this awful business rampage around until it's so dull it bores itself away. And tomorrow I will do something necessary, nice too, and remember that the pain's imaginary but Spring is real.

Comments

[bleodswean]

HUGS

Spring is real.

[smokingboot]

HUGS

Thank you XXX

[summersgate]

Hoping for you that it goes and doesn't come back again for a long time.

[smokingboot]

Thanks for this XXX

[mallorys_camera]

Remember that antique shop we wandered into in Edinburgh that day?

My mind's kinda like that.

Wishing you the buoyant pleasures of a fine spring morning.

[smokingboot]

Thank you for the memory and the wish XX

[asakiyume]

No mind or memory palaces here either--there are imps who live in my brain and set my memories and thoughts somewhere different from where I left them.

That junk lady was a very memorable character.

[smokingboot]

Wretched imps!

You are right about that Junk Lady. I've had run-ins with her since I was a kid.