Never Let [Ophelia] Go

So. Hamlet.

“There, on the pendent boughs her coronet weeds
Clambering to hang, an envious sliver broke;
When down her weedy trophies and herself
Fell in the weeping brook. Her clothes spread wide,
And, mermaid-like, awhile they bore her up;
Which time she chanted snatches of old tunes,
As one incapable of her own distress,
Or like a creature native and indued
Unto that element; but long it could not be
Till that her garments, heavy with their drink,
Pull’d the poor wretch from her melodious lay
To muddy death.”

Well, isn’t that cheery? Ophelia, singing to her death, oblivious to the danger of drowning.

I’m the proud owner of two CDs: Brett Newski and The Corruption’s Tiny Victories and Florence and the Machine’s Ceremonials. Tonight, I have masses of homework and prep to do for my exams. Tonight, I have been organising my room (shock horror) and crying (expected) and listening to Never Let Me Go on repeat for the last 2 hours.

In any case, the song usually sends me back into the waves of grade eight and ten and eleven, and I wonder how I managed to get to the point where there are people I’ve known for ten years. How did that happen? Reflections still look the same to me as before I went under. How did everything just move so quickly, and how did I manage to see it all and do nothing about it?

The crashes are heaven for a sinner like me. Perhaps I’m condemned to relive moments past, or maybe I’ll just become a part of the scenery and never leave. Maybe I won’t find out. Maybe she will. In any case:

The arms of the ocean are carrying me.

Love and light,
Shalom


How Big How Blue How Beautiful is out today! You can download it here.

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