L'amour à La Mer (Guy Gilles, 1964)

Uh I think I done goofed up y'all..

The Moon & Art by Théodore Gudin 🌙⭐

All time ever does is pass

and all you ever do is remember.

Edith Wharton ― The Age of Innocence

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carpe noctem

— Henry Miller, A Literate Passion: Letters of Anaïs Nin & Henry Miller, 1932-1953

thinking about why horatio keeps calling hamlet “my lord” even though it’s so clear that hamlet respects horatio as an equal. it’s not out of propriety, because hamlet tells him that he doesn’t have to do it. horatio would follow hamlet into hell without a second thought, and the only thing that stops him from doing so in the end is hamlet’s word. he’s too loyal to ever disobey even hamlet’s slightest wish. so if hamlet wants them to speak like equals, why does this remain? i think it’s a term of endearment more than anything. because horatio’s love is devotion. he is hamlet’s, forever and always. maybe “my lord” is the closest he can get to “mine”. again and again and again i am yours and you are mine, every time that they speak. you are miserable, you are desperate, you are constantly in doubt. you are mine. you are banished, you are a murderer, you are dead. i am yours. horatio reveres hamlet. he can’t help it. he also loves him. he can’t help that either. so, it’s my lord. his respect with his possession. because horatio knows that there are pieces of hamlet that are his alone - to carry, to love, to live with when he’s gone. it’s a reminder that horatio is hamlet’s, yes, but also a reminder that hamlet, despite it all, is his.