Somehow reading my own title makes me think it sounds too academic. Serves me right for using a phrase – “temporal distortions” – I’m sick and tired of, after using it a godzillion (sic) times in my doctoral dissertation. But this post isn’t academic. Hell, Symbolic Spring sounds like an awesome title for a post-rock album.
This text is mostly stream-of-consciousness. It’s about experiencing – another pearl of experiencing in a necklace containing such stuff as almond trees and Greek coffee.
It’s a post I write just because I feel like it – though this is a trick statement: All posts I write because I feel like it.
Symbolic spring? The symbolic nature of spring? Spring as a symbol? Rebirth is a hopeless cliche in that direction, I hate it. Spring isn’t about a rebirth; it’s just another instantiation of the temporal pit all humans are trapped in.
(In case you haven’t realized yet, this post will likely feel nonsensical and incoherent to you. What can I say, every now and then I need to write such posts – and publish them – as a reminder that I don’t try to please anyone; I only write them for myself. In other words, proceed at your own risk)
