Little Windows

I looked through these little windows and not only did I see Victoria, I heard it too.

The Obsequies of an Egyptian Cat (1886) by John Reinhard Weguelin

https://youtu.be/FXR6hEyf5Q4

FROM “THE FAIRIES” BY WILLIAM ALLINGHAM (1824–89)

They stole little Bridget
For seven years long;
When she came down again
Her friends were all gone.
They took her lightly back,
Between the night and morrow,
They thought that she was fast asleep,
But she was dead with sorrow.
They have kept her ever since
Deep within the lake,
On a bed of flag-leaves,
Watching till she wake.

 

Victorian Family In Mourning

The Human Remains

RDP WEDNESDAY: RESIDUE

Photo A.M. Moscoso

There was a run of suicides on the tracks  my train uses last month- there was at least one a week.

Some people suggested that the inconsiderate jerks who threw themselves under the train should have stayed home and ‘eaten a bullet’.

My question is- which child in the video was the person on the tracks and which was the unfeeling ‘ let then eat a bullet ” child?

At what point did those people become so emotionally detached from their own sense of humanity that they allowed themselves to be torn apart by  a speeding train or would open their mouth and say without a care in the world for how it would say to a train car full of people that ‘ that  SOB should have stayed home and eaten a bullet, sorry your life sucks but I have things to do- I have a life. “

I know the person who ended their life has my sympathy- should the people who suggested that the deceased should have ‘eaten a bullet’ for the sake of the convenience of those around them have it too?

And if if I deny either of them my sympathy and caring what does that say about me? If I don’t care about myself or other people and I keep feeling that way,  do parts of my soul just die off until nothing is left except a brief residue of the better person that I could have been?

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As a side note in this video:  “Anorexic” is a medical term for a symptom, the loss of appetite and interest in food. It is not the same as “anorexia nervosa” which is a psychiatric disorder. In popular/lay use, people often say anorexia when what they are actually referring to is anorexia nervosa, which is where the apparent confusion comes from.

 

 

In Pioneer Square

In Pioneer Square if you want to sleep in fetid water

if you want to wake up with rats crawling all over you, looking for food or maybe even

trying to keep warm

you can do that.

It’s your choice.

 

In Pioneer Square

if you want to pee against a tree and or against a window

while people are yelling at you to ‘put it away’.

you can do that.

It’s your choice.

 

In Pioneer Square

if you want to do drugs

or drink until you pass out in a parking lot and you get run over or hit by a car

you can do that.

It’s your choice.

 

In Pioneer Square

if you get hurt,  if you need help

I hope the ghouls don’t take your picture and pass it along to their friends for laughs.

They can do that,  it’s their choice and

they do it all of the time

in Pioneer Square.

 

 

It Had To Be Said

The reality is,

if I had slapped every single person who has ever made a racist comment about

someone in my family

or made fun about people with autism- which my niece has

or suffered from physical disabilities like my late nephew  endured in his short life,

I’d be in jail right now and tagged as a repeat offender.

So if you are on Will Smith’s team, take your effing victory lap and the STFU.