I would place a really high bet that I will cry- whether from happiness or sadness I don’t know- within the next 48 hours. I love this place and these people so much.
That my roommate thought I was a mouse/rat because I squeaked when vampire weekend came on. Guess I’m officially a fan girl now?
Because why not procrastinate AND make myself sadder.
I saw a picture of the Memorial to the Murdered Jews of Europe in Berlin. Row after row of dark grey, sterile, unemotional boxes make up the memorial, with little pretext or ceremony. I thought “That’s not a very pretty memorial”. But then I remembered that the Holocaust was not a pretty thing. It isn’t necessarily something to be celebrated with Gods and flowers and elaboration and showmanship. It is something to be mourned.