Loose Ramblings..

..about love, passing time and things loosely related...
So I've read a short story* on the "throne" this morning which left me pondering about time and love and time in love drunkenness and the consequences: the times of the inevitable hangover of "the morning after".. Would I write about this!? What a waste of time!
"Lovers who love truly do not write down their happiness."**
Is that so?
Now this was a little dig (no apologies) related to the "related", however I will not even attempt to tackle the subject of verbalising love and (un)happiness here today because..
"..love does not conjugate -- O Lord, in that sense yes, that's all we need! But love has its grammar, even though it doesn't recognise tenses but only moods [!], and only of those, actually: the present in-fin-it-ive. When you love it's forever and the rest doesn't matter. Any old love, no matter what kind. Because it's not true that you get over it -- you don't get over anything, which is a bit of a drawback most times; rather, you bring it along with you..."
Yes, you do. You bring it along with you. Some call it emotional baggage.
It is rather a deposit though, in one's personal bank of experiences.
It is valuable, if only as an afterthought on the crapper.
No tenses but only moods?
I like that very much.
I promise to love and cherish you.. till death..???..blah blah...nah -When I'm in the mood!
And here's a song, my devoted monogamist Gran's fav..

And a somewhat folked-up, brassed-up update..

This happens to be my morning alarm tune..takes the edge off of getting out of bed..

*Claudio Magris, 'To have been'
**Anatole France