Working on a story about love and death and trying to do micro research because my mind was calling back to something I was trying to convey in a line and, did you know that the River Cocytus was the river of wailing in Hades? We weren’t taught about any of the rivers but Styx. I suppose they figured the most important part was the crossing over? Ha! I learned of Merope, one of the seven Pleiades. There are a couple of myths of how and why they were turned into stars, she being the faintest one because she was the only one of the Pleiades to have married a mortal? She married Sisyphus, later punished by Hades for cheating death twice, by having to roll that boulder up that hill? (Of course we learned that myth) I learned of Dawn Powell, (via James Purdy, I think) who was an American novelist, playwright, screenwriter, and short story writer, known for her acid tongued prose (which of course immediately caught my eye!) She had a wicked stepmother who burnt her diaries and notebooks- So she ran away to live with an aunt, who fortunately supported her creativity. Based on the following quote, I have her book, The Diaries of Dawn Powell 1931-1965 in my cart: "Satire is people as they are; romanticism, people as they would like to be; realism, people as they seem with their insides left out." I just purchased the Borges book and picked up two others at the Salvation Army yesterday, so I must show some restraint. And then, somehow I stumbled onto William Eggleston Jr. Who I’ve known about, then forget about and then, voila! Anyway, I was reading about an exhibition of his called The Outlands and of course, went down that rabbit-hole. Anywhoo, made myself a prompt of one of his photographs, which I will try to attack it tomorrow.
Who is in the car? Is this the beginning or end of the trip? (Or maybe they stopped halfway through?) Who are they visiting or is this a pleasure trip? OR Are they leaving or escaping? I am going to shoot for 100 words.