I have a thing for bones...not like a creepy, I collect them sort of thing, but just an interest. If anything is interest-worthy, don't you think it would be bone? They allow us to move, to stand, they keep us from puddling. That in itself is pretty fantastic (I imagine it would be hard to feel girly and pretty if I were a puddle). So intricate and strong. Fragile. Strong. Let's just chalk it up to a latent Victorian fascination of mine.
Anyway, I've been listening to Ingrid Michaelson's album lately. I totally admire her because she tries to say as much as possible in as few words as possible...to me, the mark of good writing (and a skill I need to work on!) Her song "Breakable" has been stuck in my head for a few days. I'm also thinking about planning a trip to Prague this summer, where I totally intend to visit this, the Sedlec Ossuary. Yes, a little bit on the morbid side, but still worth seeing.
Maybe I should work on curbing my bone fascination.
"And we are so fragile,
And our cracking bones make noise,
And we are just,
Breakable, breakable, breakable girls and boys."
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