Alright, so what have I been thinking about?Um, I dunno.
I've been thinking about Boccaccio.
My friend imitated some of his work [Decameron-esque] for a class and I read it and it was impeccable.
Decameron [which I am yet to read] is "known for its bawdy tales of love, appearing in all its possibilities from the erotic to the tragic."
Her tale was about a monk who is a sculptor and falls for the wife of a merchant while making a sculpture of her. She, my friend, used subtle language saturated with innuendos, which, if you read closely, pretty much ends with the monk fucking the wife and making a beautiful sculpture. And then having the other wives of the city line up to get sculptures done.
Oh those tainted monks! The life of celibacy[?]
At least he found a way to get some.
Anyways, it was nice, I think I'll read some real Boccaccio, he's funny.
So I have four papers to write tonight meaning I'll need to brew a shit load of coffee. I'm not too excited but it'll be okay.
More importantly, I saw something beautiful today.
It was this leaf that was kind of frozen to one of the gigantic windows that line the corridors of our school.
It looked so nice with all the space it had and the glass surrounding it was like a beautiful pool of transparent ice. The kind you only find in superman's cave.
For some reason, the image kind of reminded me of those popsicles you'd make at home and sometimes you'd freeze some sort of candy inside. Or like those snowcones.
I don't know, my mind's meandering.
It's the first day of winter, the shortest day of the year.
It's the first time I'll do work in a while and it seems as though time is not on my side.
I can pretend though, yeah?
I think I will.
Haha, time, will you stand by me?
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