Mar 22, 2010
Jimini Hignett
Beware of beautiful surroundings. You may be overcome by a sense of melancholy which lurks in the spectacle of such beauty. The melancholy of its impossibility. The beauty of the individual parts, the trees, the grass – her seductive softness, which actually isn’t soft at all but prickly, full of ants and thorns, only the idea of softness – these stir up a longing for a memory in which the grass really is soft, really is green. The sadness has something to do with the impossibility of that memory.