Mise en Squalor + Plagues

This is a mise en abyme of a mise en abyme in a mise en abyme.

This is historical quicksand.

What of the Inquisition kitchen?

A fungus settled on the heart. The Great Deficiency of 1534 forbade comebacks without the extrapolation of the repellence of nearly thirty years loveless marriages. Why not go into pop singing?

And what of this skittering mise en scene?

I found a hermetically sealed heart — deprived of voltage, loving fingertips and Hollywood endings.

I preferred faith and superstition and widely distributed distractions on Bergman’s Fårö. Courtesan portmanteaus denied to local fishmongers.

I had to have the book.

I explored these motherless quintuplets.

I’m here. I’m here. And I’m here.

Speculate.

What I’m Reading:

I have walked out in rain—and back in rain.
I have outwalked the furthest city light.

I have looked down the saddest city lane.

— Robert Frost / “Acquainted with the Night”