Seeming confines of space

Day 34-36: smidgins of joy

The weight of sadness buries some smidgins of joy.

The title of this post is taken from Endymion by John Keats, referenced in this post on melancholy.

A statue seen from a bus near a boutique hotel in Sintra, Portugal.

The thing about a sculpture is that we all see it from a different angle, and might see it in colours different from the ones intrinsic to the stone from which it is hewn.

The news of the untimely death of a translator friend suddenly transforms him into a statue.

But what is the statue of? Your guess is as good as mine, but I daresay I see it differently to many of you. So be it.

Farewell, my friend.

©2019 Allison Wright

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