The right picture would, I knew, put things in perspective. It has been “one of those days” and I’m not coping too well with the assorted slings and arrows, feeling put out by incessant bearing and wanting instead to take arms, …but not knowing how. Not a clue.
So I googled images for “dark sky black cloud” and found this perfect picture. It’s perfect because it makes me think and takes me outside of my immediate mirror/mental space(s):
It’s nothing short of nuts to think of Cai Guo-Qiang and Joe Btfsplk in the same context, and maybe Adorno would have something to say about my state of Halbbildung. Yet there they both are, rubbing elbows. At the end of the day, however, when I’m trying to salvage my dignity, the snob in me turns her back on The World’s Worst Jinx and instead identifies with all the nicely-dressed people on the Met’s roof, as they contemplate what looks for all the world like Joe’s defining insignia …the black cloud that follows wherever he goes.
…And then she gathers her accouterments and concocts a half-theory about why her depression is more artsy (see Cai Guo-Qiang) than common (see Joe Btfsplk). (Or maybe a sip of Kickapoo Joy Juice would suffice…)