@samhaselby That critique still has a point if one considers microhistory as a genre: lots of works ignore Ginsburg's point that the individual should reveal the universal, and chose to emphasise the arbitrary, the aleatory, the totally contingent nature of their object of investigation
by the time you hit your early 30s you’ll have met basically the worst people alive multiple times over who wrong you in shocking, cosmically horrific ways and you usually just have to find a way to forgive them and move on / accept the lack of closure or your spirit suffers
I used to think like that as well before I fell into the shadow side of life. But it's not all bad, I walk vast caverns and hear the drip-drip of stalactites
in ur late 20s u have to learn to be delusionally optimistic and romanticize the fact that we only have days, hours - minutes possibly - remaining on this planet
@notsaraferdowsi Ask yourself this: If you are convinced of the latter (incapable of being loved at this specific time), what is it that draws you towards going on dates?
I picture the salty waves washing over the now blank outlines of his struggle.
How many centuries, I ask, until the last specks of blood are scrubbed off the slates?
They say three days the hero struggled in the waves.
Sometimes in quiet nights
there comes to mind
Odysseus' skin
still stuck to the rocks.
Or have pelicans and crabs
nagged and nabbed
the imprints of his hands?