#tiny heartbreaks

Given my headspace, today’s word is… Angst.

It’s so prevalent, I can’t believe we haven’t gotten to it already. 

I’m going for a little bit of a curveball, because I’m not going for the most overtly angsty image.

Instead, I’m going for a more subtle angst.

This is immediately following the big “I didn’t give her cancer” scene in ‘Scherzo’.

Win brought him an aspirin and he’s just about finished with the glass of water. It’s the very end of their scene.

“I’m sorry you’ve had a bad go”.

You know the (new) rules. Choose a GIF or image that illustrates, to you, the meaning of the word. We do this obviously under protest, because we have no new half nakedness. Reblog with tags within this thread because we want to see everybody’s choices, etc. 

The past two Wednesday words have been beautifully oblique. I have been giving this a lot of thought, and took @jessieren’s comment that she tries to come up with a word around a photo she happens to want to use to heart.

I hope you find the myriad possibilities in this week’s word. 

Today’s word is…..

Morse.

Since I’ve only been part of this cult community for a short time, I’m sure someone has discussed this before now, but towards the beginning of the episode, Morse is getting dressed. We haven’t seen him appear yet and we’re a few minutes in. 

As the scene opens, we hear Wagner‘s famous “Tristan Chord”.

Part of the reason why it’s famous is because of its construction. It’s unresolved. Unresolved chords create tension and uncertainty. They’re also quite dramatic.

This happens several times in the opera “Tristan und Isolde“, and at this moment, at the beginning of Act 3 (the thing is four hours long), our hero, Tristan, is injured and hoping for help.

As the camera pulls back from the image of the turntable, we see empty bottles - it’s first thing in the morning we realize, because Morse is carrying coffee and putting on his tie. That’s lot of bottles. He’s clearly not okay. There’s a knock at the door.

Instead of help for our hero, it’s Gwen. 

I know it’s not a Thursday Thursday, but I thought I’d leave you with a Tristan Thursday before I head off to a busy workday. 

Volume up.

The confession is that I scream “Don’t!” out loud at the television every time I see this.

College: smothering anger with cloudy skies.

also turning different colors

slowly wiring lights

One Color

not sure which.

Biking.

Uncountable tiny heartbreaks and building things out of balsa wood.