To the bygone

There’s always something about people who reread books like me. It’s always curious when you find people going back to the things they have already read and experienced. Why would they even want to read books when they already know how it ends and how things would turn out to be.

and I could always answer that. 

Sometimes one would want to go back and reread not because they think that the end will change or that the story will be different the second or the nth time around, but because there are things that one would want to experience again knowing that the memory can only be retrieved in a certain place. 

and maybe that’s why some people would want to recover and unearth buried things, buried thoughts, and buried feelings. Things that were once forgotten are being excavated and placed in a pedestal of being antique and precious, just like how museums treasure the things of the past.

and maybe that’s why people created museums and history books because we always want to go back to what it used to be and we always want to remember and never forget. 

and maybe that’s why I unearthed the feelings I have had for you. You are a masterpiece, a magnum opus, an obra maestra, a piece  that will forever be treasured and placed in a pedestal in the chambers of my heart.

I started reading Antoine’s The Little Prince again yesterday, and I can’t help but think about you because this was one of our favorite books. Something that we would always talk about besides Looking for Alaska. It was always you who comes first in my mind whenever I think of books, words, and even lyrics in a song, because it was you who was willing to listen to my random and sometimes foolish analysis of things. 

and maybe that’s why I have been rereading a lot of things lately. 

and maybe that’s because there are things that will only remain in the past and can only be unearthed but can never be experienced again just like how it used to be.

and maybe because you are just a precious painting in a museum. 

one cannot touch it

one cannot feel it 

but one can only see it in a distance,

forever guarded

because you are a thing of the past.

Schloss Eggenberg,  Planetary Room
Built post-1625 by north Italian architect and artist Pietro de Pomis as a residence for imperial governor Hans Ulrich von Eggenberg (1568-1634), Eggenberg Palace (Graz, Austria) was intended as a political statement. The house was designed as a huge allegory, a symbolic representation of the universe, where the erudite client set out his notion of an ideal world in an age of chaos and disintegration. 

Crucial for the status of Schloss Eggenberg as a large-scale work of art is a series of 24 state rooms centered on the large Planetary Room. The interiors are Baroque and Rococo, largely unchanged since the 18th century. The most notable feature is a series of over 500 17th-century ceiling paintings, forming a complex pictorial synthesis, eloquent of the early Baroque view of the world. 


The Unsettling Dreamlike Allegorical Collages of Tim Lukeman

late 50s, happily married later in life, generally optimistic (but with the occasional deeply dark mood), eager to explore all forms of artistic expression, published 3 fantasy novels as a young man (2 of which were horribly overwritten), introverted with a few close friends but much more out of my shell these days :)



Jan Claudius De Cock

Statue of a Black Child

Flanders (c. 1704)

Stone Carving, 94.7 cm.

[Statue. Full-length, standing figure of a black youth wearing a crown in the form of a castle; a string of beads, feathers, and a medallion around his neck; a drapery around his loins and back; and leather sandals. His right foot rests on the back of a turtle. This may be an allegory of the continent of Africa.]

The Image of the Black in Western Art Research Project and Photo Archive, W.E.B. Du Bois Institute for African and African American Research, Harvard University. see also: Blakely, Allison. Blacks in the Dutch World: The Evolution of Racial Imagery in a Modern Society. Indiana University Press. pp. 129–130

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