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I look a bit vulnerable in the face.
I often wonder about the past, around the Age of Enlightenment. Or even before, the Renaissance, around the time of Leonardo da Vinci. I place myself in that past, as an ordinary wench or whatnot, a member of the dreadfully common 'public', and I wonder to myself if I would have been different. If I would have challenged... anything. If I would have transcended the garden variety thinking of the day and possibly could have stood in conversation with John Locke or Newton, inspiring liberty of thought and expression, and equality of gender, fighting the traditional "belief-based systems of thought".
... I don't think I would have. I think I would have carried on carrying on; managed the family store, popped out kids, pushed back my greasy hair and read about it in the paper if I were fortunate enough to be literate.
Will people in 400 hundred or so years look back at us and wonder the same thing? What are we not seeing?
Side Note: I believe Leonardo da Vinci was sent back in time, as an ordinary man, perhaps an engineer or scientist of sorts from his future present. How else could he have his fingers in pies that extend from anatomy to art to vision science to the invention or refinement of musical instruments, hydraulic pumps, clocks, reversible crank mechanisms, cranes, parachutes, finned mortar shells, machine guns, a helicopter, a steam cannon etc? He must have been trying to recreate what he had seen in the future, obviously being more versed in some subjects than others. And that's probably why some designs proved a success, whilst others fared less well. Although he was no more than an ordinary intellectual from the future, sent back in time he was GENIUS. ... I also think he would have been a huge, pretentious knob.
I've also been thinking of people that I like. How I would like them to be a part of everything, or how I would have liked them to be a part of everything. To take them back.
Sometimes I fear when I show people things that I've bought (like a Hand. Bag.) and they nod and go, "That's very Amy," Amy is code for 'a bit shit'.
"Culturally it's unacceptable, but it's theatrical dynamite."
There should be more rooftop things.
Ahhhhhhhhhhh red-rimmed month.
