It’s December 1st, ok, well it’s technically the 2nd. We know, people all over the place are always astonished that yet another month has passed, and “how did this happen?” and “time flies” and…well, we’re pretty sure this is a symptom of age. When we were young, it was like the world and its time was the slowest moving thing. We waited, got ready 2 hours early for prom, waited for our parents to pick us up after school, it was an eternity the year we spent waiting to be 16, and Christmas and our birthday couldn’t come faster.
We’re old. Time flies, even when we’re not having fun.
So, it’s now holiday season. We want to get back to that place where we couldn’t wait to wake up early, unwrap presents, eat copious amounts of butter & sugar laden goods, and wrap ourselves in scarves and hats and still feel frozen. Bring on the nostalgia! (forget that some of us around here grew up in Southern CA)
We think that in our seasoned age, we need a tinge of darkness to reassociate ourselves with the glory of all things childlike. And, in some cases the darkness was just an inherent latency of all things child-like. Innocence, such a thin veneer. Think about Grimms’ tales – horrific, but our child minds only chose to see the straw, the coal, and the bean, as cute and laughable. Prime example: the master of dark, absurd, and slightly deadpan, Edward Gorey.