It's funny, I knew this couple who had been together so long and were so in love that they could say things like "I'm breaking up with you" sarcastically as a joke and it was so fine, like the prospect of them ever breaking up was so ridiculous that it was reduced to mere hilarity. So anyway, they just broke up. I know I think something about this but I just can't put my finger on what. It's late and I'm tired and you know those times when you feel like every song that plays on the radio or every little comment people make is directly relational to you and your innermost private worries - including the aforementioned relationship break down of two people I don't even really know that well and what it means for all of us out there.
It's uncertain times like these when I'm particularly drawn to 'old favourite' artworks of mine, because at heart when it comes to art I'm romantic, the painters of these images are long dead and they remain unchanged in their state, making me feel the same sense of comfortable wonderment every time I see them (albeit reproduced). Paintings are like eternal youth. These are some of my favourites.
On second thoughts, this is a pretty disparate list - there are thousands more I'd like to post, but too much of a good thing is.. well, too much of a good thing.