This is what the play Purgatorio was about. The inability to 'let go' - to 'say that word - those words'. And so they went on and on and one. round and round, torturing, screaming, hurting, crying ... unable to dare the one tiny step. Terrible play, dark and dreadful, and wonderful. PURGATORY... one never escapes.... (Or does one? I did!)
And oh, those tiny secret codes. The pictures that 'almost' ... the poems - all Viggo's poems and there are a LOT dated about that time, are heartbreaking. I really wonder if this Sean knows all these signals and is sooooo afraid that he simply can't believe they are for him? He can't be so unfeeling.... corse not! He is as hungry for their meetings, as starved for this ritual reassurance as Viggo is.
I'm a bit scared by this, as it seems.... so ... damned ... possible? Likely? I know we are all fantasizing and stuff, but seriously.... there has to be some seed of - wondering? Some reason for our minds to do this to them? I simply will not believe anything other than my own eyes when I look at the Jameson's Award pics.
And the love he has for Ariadna - yes, of course it is his harbour, somewhere to rest an aching heart - and maybe with a loving understanding pair of arms there. Any wise woman would do the same for Sean ... only he's too scared?
I do love the way you write/see them. The human real persona inside the faces on photos. I've thought this so often, but couldn't put it into words. Thanks so very very much for doing this/these.
Many hugs and blowings of kisses etc. aahhhh please go find something less ....oh lord. what about the one Communion. 1999-2002 That almost fits this fic. OOoh these two........
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And oh, those tiny secret codes. The pictures that 'almost' ... the poems - all Viggo's poems and there are a LOT dated about that time, are heartbreaking. I really wonder if this Sean knows all these signals and is sooooo afraid that he simply can't believe they are for him? He can't be so unfeeling.... corse not! He is as hungry for their meetings, as starved for this ritual reassurance as Viggo is.
I'm a bit scared by this, as it seems.... so ... damned ... possible? Likely? I know we are all fantasizing and stuff, but seriously.... there has to be some seed of - wondering? Some reason for our minds to do this to them? I simply will not believe anything other than my own eyes when I look at the Jameson's Award pics.
And the love he has for Ariadna - yes, of course it is his harbour, somewhere to rest an aching heart - and maybe with a loving understanding pair of arms there. Any wise woman would do the same for Sean ... only he's too scared?
I do love the way you write/see them. The human real persona inside the faces on photos. I've thought this so often, but couldn't put it into words. Thanks so very very much for doing this/these.
Many hugs and blowings of kisses etc. aahhhh please go find something less ....oh lord. what about the one Communion. 1999-2002 That almost fits this fic. OOoh these two........