Esta luz, este fuego que devora
Este paisaje gris que me rodea…
Pink Smoke on the Water via sleepless
Dear PINK’s
Back from Lublin. The world and my soul wrapped in the same gray November veil. Misty mornings. A friend wrote to me longing for pink mist. It reminded me of pink smoke that Pedro Reyes was planning for PND! show. So I went to explore pink smoke grenade images – I found several interesting ones (1, 2, 3) but the one above stroked me in it’s peculiar fragility: Pink Smoke on the Water let’s call it. Photographer unknown. Then I scanned quotations related to melancholy – I would like to share same of them here:
La malinconia è la tristezza diventata leggera.
For some nights I slept profoundly; but still every morning I felt the same lassitude, and a languor weighed upon me all day. I felt myself a changed girl. A strange melancholy was stealing over me, a melancholy that I would not have interrupted. Dim thoughts of death began to open, and an idea that I was slowly sinking took gentle, and, somehow, not unwelcome possession of me. If it was sad, the tone of mind which this induced was also sweet. Whatever it might be, my soul acquiesced in it.
Joseph Thomas Sheridan Le Fanu, “Carmilla”
Melancholy: an appetite no misery satisfies.
I used to bath in the sweetness of melancholia. Nowadays it is killin’ me. I am breathing sorrow.
PINK NOT DEAD!
maurycy
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