There is no present or future, only the past, happening over and over again, now.
EUGENE O’NEILL, A Moon for the Misbegotten.
Axé.
There is no present or future, only the past, happening over and over again, now.
EUGENE O’NEILL, A Moon for the Misbegotten.
Axé.
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long days journey into night
is the play about familial dysfunction
MARY I’m not blaming you, dear. How can you help it? How can any one of us forget? That’s what makes it so hard – for all of us. We can’t forget. (1.1.228)
i usually take a line with my family
“yeah we’ve been over this for as long as i can remember. i don’t really care to be honest.”
he lived a really pain filled life
his later works really explored it i think
You sound kind of depressed, are you?
Hemmed in and overburdened are my feelings. Guilt ridden, helpless, oppressed.
Hang in there Z,
This is winter time realistically and figuratively for many people. I know, this is no consolation; however, sharing the worst aspects of winter might lead us to enjoy more the fruits of spring and summer times later on.
Yes, hang in there, Z. If you must look at the always mood-darkening O’Neill oeuvre right now, try watching _Strange Interlude_ and then the Marx Brothers’ parody of it in _Animal Crackers_–or, better yet, go straight to the Marx Brothers.
I’ll try this!!! 🙂
It’s a sign o’ the times. Many people feel like they are in limbo right now.
I told my relative off, ran away to my friend’s house, then went to Bikram yoga.