Saturday, January 23, 2010
This pink building on Pennsylvania Avenue has been standing forever. I see it all the time in old paintings of the Capitol.
One of my FB friends has suggested that we post, as profile pics, images of fictional characters who best represent us. I am completely stumped by that suggestion. What fictional character best represents me?? Who knows?
Maybe that's why I dreamed last night about the art professor - not the art professor I had the tragic affair with, no, I dreamed about his best friend at the time, also an art professor who also had an affair with a young girl in his class, but the professor I dreamed about last night, in "real life" all those years ago, divorced his wife, married the young girl, had kids and - as far as I know - lived happily ever after.
In the case of my tragic affair, the art professor confided in his wife whom he did not divorce and who, later on, blamed me when she developed spinal cancer that she died from a couple of years later. Can you imagine how many years of psychotherapy it took to unravel that adventure? Wow.
Is that a case of parallel existence? The two art professors, the two affairs? Hmmm ... probably not, eh? Nevertheless, there he was in my dream, the other art professor, middle-aged and pudgy, gray haired, still married to the girl who without a doubt is no longer a young girl with long pretty hair.
As for a fictional character that best represents me, I'm unable to think of even one candidate. In my "real" life I often already feel like a fictional character, maybe that's why I'm so befuddled.
It's only now I can accept that when I photograph my shadow, Jake's shadow will not be standing nearby.