Caroline, concluded

oh the the healing power of taxidermy!!! stolen, none the less. I have a taxidermy mouse dressed as Hamet in my dining room. He’s holding a little mouse scull. It’s precious, but it mortified my daughter, as she is yet uncomfortable with mom letting her freak flag fly. I told her I’d put a little cloth over the cloche under which he stands when her friends come over the to the house. We had a good laugh about it. Anyway, enough about me and my identification with rodents (it was an anniversy gift from my husband by the way ). There’s a picture of him on my blog, the post is called Hamlet in Portlandia. Funny we bought him, or found him, right after we’d spent all this time in this great comic book store in this new hip part of Portland, and I think you were one of the few artists the ower had recommended I read. And now here I’ve found you online, so so exciting.

This was a great story, and I loved the Cassandra bit, how that idiot woman at the party just noticed Caroline’s insanity, or what she thought was her insanity and then she’s all, “we wondered what had happened to you.” Wow. This just killed me. It was just so real to me. It made me realize how so much of going crazy or appearing crazy is about people not seeing us, not believing us. Cassandra was given the gift of prophecy, she was supposed to be able to see into the future, but she was also cursed by the motherfucker Apollo, one of the powers that be, because she didn’t return his affections. He made it so nobody would ever believe her truth, which was tragic because she has so damn much of it. no wonder caroline went nuts when they read that passage in the classics class. story of my life too.