Portrait Of A Lady On Fire, Dir. Céline Sciamma // Doubt Comes In, Hadestown // Eurydice, Sarah Ruhl

Screencap from movie Portrait of a Lady on Fire. A woman with dark hair and light skin is facing the camera, with a caption that says, "He chooses the memory of her. That's why he turns." END ID.

Screenshot of lyrics from the song "Doubt Comes In" from Hadestown: [ORPHEUS: Who do I think I am? Who am I to think that she would follow me into the cold and dark again?] END ID

Screenshot from Sarah Ruhl's play, "Eurydice" that says: [ORPHEUS: How will you remember? EURYDICE: That I love you? ORPHEUS: Yes. EURYDICE: That's easy. I can't help it.] END ID

Portrait Of A Lady On Fire, Dir. Céline Sciamma // Doubt Comes In, Hadestown // Eurydice, Sarah Ruhl

Screenshot from the poem "Eurydice" by Ocean Vuong: "Who would believe us now? My voice crackling like bones inside the radio. Silly me. I thought love was real & the body imaginary."

Lyrics from “Talk” by Hozier: [I’d be the voice that urged Orpheus / When her body was found (Hey, yeah) / I’d be the choiceless hope in grief / That drove him underground (Hey, yeah)

portrait of a lady on fire, dir. céline sciamma // doubt comes in, hadestown // eurydice, sarah ruhl // metamorphoses: book x, ovid trans. anthony kline // “eurydice”, ocean vuong // talk, hozier

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image 4: text from Metamorphoses: Book X by Ovid that reads “They took the upward path, through the still silence, steep and dark, shadowy with dense fog, drawing near the threshold of the upper world. Afraid she was no longer there, and eager to see her, the lover turned his eyes. In an instant she turned back, and he, unhappy man, stretching out his arms to hold her and be held, clutched at nothing but the receding air. Dying a second time now, there was no complaint to her husband (what, then, could she complain of, except that she had been loved?). She spoke a last ‘farewell’ that, now, scarcely reached his ears, and turned against towards that same plane.”

image 6: screenshot of lyrics from “Talk” by Hozier that reads “I’d be the voice that urged Orpheus / when her body was found (Hey, yeah) / I’d be the choiceless hope in grief / That drove him underground (Hey, yeah) / I’d be the dreadful need in the devotee / That made him turn around (Hey, yeah) / And I’d be the immediate forgiveness / In Eurydice / Imagine being loved by me”

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seasonal aesthetics

winter: soft sweaters, twinkling lights, waking up to a fresh blanket of snow outside your window, vinyl records with all your favorite songs, sipping hot cocoa by the fire, plaid scarves, red bows on every lamp post

spring: a cottage garden in full bloom, bare feet, homemade jam, a bouquet of wildflowers in a jar, wicker baskets full of farmer’s market veggies, white linen curtains, faded floral sundresses, a baby blue bicycle

summer: fresh squeezed lemonade, singing your heart out with the windows rolled down, drive-in movies, jumping in the lake on a hot day, faded denim cutoffs, friendship bracelets, french fries in a brown paper bag

autumn: sweet potato pancakes from your favorite diner, black cats, thrifted flannel shirts, apple cider, the smell of freshly fallen leaves, canoeing on a crisp morning, antique stores, your favorite coffee mug

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