Freud once said that when we lose shit, we get sad. Or something along those lines. Way to go Freud.
And sure, the loss of a loved one, an ideal, a people also usually means the loss of a little bit (or a large bit) of our self (our soul, our being, whatever), but life goes on. We find a way and we push forward, and we do that by mourning, i.e. paying due respect to the thing that was and is no more. As the avant guardian slowly marches on towards its death I’m sure there will be plenty of occasions where some of us might reminisce and remember the past year or so that led us towards what can’t help to be anything other than a pretty amazing venture.
when Baton Rouge buried the arts
Mourning the past expresses itself in a whole bunch of ways. Let’s see what happens…
Photo Credit: New Orleans Ladder
Totally random insightful moment.
Mourning versus morning-both mark the end of something beautiful and the beginning of yet another beautiful thing.a brand new day.