Bear with me for a few weeks of repose.
I used to almost hibernate as a teen; beckon away to the tides of fall and sit in wait for Fall to cool my mind and bones. In recent years, I have fallen for figures from the likes of Hemingway, Didion, Ellis, Faulkner, Whitman, Keats, Crosby, London and Bronte. A lot of my literary romance has been placed on perceptions of the connection to the depths of Fall, Frost & Fog.
What do you do to recharge and find yourself whole again? I'll be swiftly set on my way to another timezone in a day, this always seems to give pulse. :)
"I'll be the victim!' -Amanda
"All your life" - Wednesday
Currently Reading: The Art of War in the Western World - Archer Jones
Currently Listening: The Devil's Trill - Andrew Manze**
**The story behind "Devil's Trill" begins with Tartini's alleged dream. He recounted to astronomer Jérôme Lalande that he dreamed the Devil came to him and asked to be his servant. At the end of their lesson Tartini passed the Devil his violin in test of his skill; the Devil immediately began to play with great intensity and Tartini was strongly taken aback. He awoke from the dream and in fever, desperately tried to recreate the works heard in his state of sleep.