Memories I have Never Lived
Maine, Taranto, France.
I shall not lie: I’m tired. And as the instinct goes, so goes the truth. I’m tired on many levels. I planned on writing a few of my feelings and thoughts about the painting (up here and in thumbnail) while being alive, well, and motivated. But life has its own ways, hasn’t it? So here I am, recalling things I never lived, things I might have dreamt of, at 3.32 a.m.