Retrospect

"Let us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherized upon a table;
Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
The muttering retreats
Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels
And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells:
Streets that follow like a tedious argument
Of insidious intent..."

From "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock" by T.S. Eliot. Probably the piece that first made an impression with me. It's the first poem I recall reading, disecting, and trying to understand. We all have our firsts. My first love was a girl named Tricia Tallerico in 5th grade. We never kissed. My first scary movie was Poltergeist when I was 4. (thanks mom and dad) My first album I purchased with my own hard-earned lawn mowing money was Crash by Dave Matthews Band. We're made of firsts.

If you're an art lover, what was your first experience viewing something that made you say "wow, I love art"? If you're a coffee lover, what was your first brew? Go back. Find your firsts. Rediscover the spark that first ignited your passions. It's a fun, nostalgiac jaunt. Maybe you'll renew a passion you've lost sight of. Maybe you'll cure some momentary boredom. Maybe you're so young and fresh you don't have any firsts. Get some.

Cheers, first timers.

"In the room the women come and go
Talking of Michelangelo."