Ribs is one of my favourite songs! Shoutout to our driver that day, I am sure he was beyond sick of us by the end of the day. I Think these ruins leant particularly well to this feeling as there were very few people, no employees to usher us through as fast as possible, freedom to roam as we please (so long as we got back to the cars in time. I cant describe the feeling either but I definitely felt it too.
What if I told you that I remember when Lorde's first songs came out? So I know that feeling perfectly well. Curiously, in my case it becomes more and more recurrent. “If I could go back just a few days…” Sometimes I have thought: “If I went back six weeks ago, I would do things differently…”.
You have brought me to the verge of tears! I love Ribs! I have so many memories attached to that song and I'm so glad to add this one to the collection, even if it makes the song just that much more difficult to listen to because of the visceral yearning it inflicts within me. Thank you for putting into words so perfectly the changing and continuous nature of cultures. I often think about what it means to perpetuate culture, rather than simply preserve it. I hope the new you tomorrow is recovered from her food poisoning!
Orla, I love that song as well. It's one of those songs I have to hold at a slight distance because it makes me feel the heart-wrenching lack of a perfect world I'm so convinced I once had. I love what you said about life and culture: "There is no way to perfectly preserve it because to be alive is to change." It's so bittersweet but we're in this together.
I love your blog, as per usual. I am specifically drawn to what you said about the sadness of losing a fleeting moment/experience, and the nostalgia in that sadness. I relate heavily to that feeling of missing yesterday, yet as we experience Peru I try to live in the moment as much as possible. Seeing the ruins personally makes me feel rather existential about my existence and how small I am in the presence of that place. I feel the enormity of the space, of its history, and I feel insignificant, not in a bad way, but in a nostalgic/meaningful way where I even more greatly appreciate the opportunity to see it and experience it as part of my journey. I am trying to think of a Taylor reference in response to your Lorde one, tbd.
Ribs is one of my favourite songs! Shoutout to our driver that day, I am sure he was beyond sick of us by the end of the day. I Think these ruins leant particularly well to this feeling as there were very few people, no employees to usher us through as fast as possible, freedom to roam as we please (so long as we got back to the cars in time. I cant describe the feeling either but I definitely felt it too.
What if I told you that I remember when Lorde's first songs came out? So I know that feeling perfectly well. Curiously, in my case it becomes more and more recurrent. “If I could go back just a few days…” Sometimes I have thought: “If I went back six weeks ago, I would do things differently…”.
MY DEAR ORLA,
You have brought me to the verge of tears! I love Ribs! I have so many memories attached to that song and I'm so glad to add this one to the collection, even if it makes the song just that much more difficult to listen to because of the visceral yearning it inflicts within me. Thank you for putting into words so perfectly the changing and continuous nature of cultures. I often think about what it means to perpetuate culture, rather than simply preserve it. I hope the new you tomorrow is recovered from her food poisoning!
Take care,
Cissy
Orla, I love that song as well. It's one of those songs I have to hold at a slight distance because it makes me feel the heart-wrenching lack of a perfect world I'm so convinced I once had. I love what you said about life and culture: "There is no way to perfectly preserve it because to be alive is to change." It's so bittersweet but we're in this together.
Hey Orla!
I love your blog, as per usual. I am specifically drawn to what you said about the sadness of losing a fleeting moment/experience, and the nostalgia in that sadness. I relate heavily to that feeling of missing yesterday, yet as we experience Peru I try to live in the moment as much as possible. Seeing the ruins personally makes me feel rather existential about my existence and how small I am in the presence of that place. I feel the enormity of the space, of its history, and I feel insignificant, not in a bad way, but in a nostalgic/meaningful way where I even more greatly appreciate the opportunity to see it and experience it as part of my journey. I am trying to think of a Taylor reference in response to your Lorde one, tbd.
Caroline<3