The Interlude
Tempora patientiam docent; in eorum motu omnia renovantur.
The seasons teach us patience; in their turning, all is renewed
-Virgil, Georgics
By Sara Sheikh
I have often found myself, as I’m sure many other have too, having grand notions of the things I should and want to know: books to read, topics to research, languages to learn and much more. However, even more often, I find myself either too distractedly busy or disorganisedly free that, even when I am perfectly able to apply myself, I don’t. Perhaps for fatigue, for not knowing what it is that I want dedicate my afternoon too, for wanting so much all at once that, in overwhelm, I do nothing. Certainly, with interviews and my preferred universities hopefully drawing ever closer, this mode of being is utterly unsustainable. I refuse to play the dunce or lesser being, so resolved to do something.
Every year, the world tunes in to watch A-list celebrities drag their equally eccentric outfits down a red carpet, criticising those who aren’t properly on theme or those wearing something “too normal” and it’s harmless! Most of these people have worked to be able to afford their place in those clothes on that carpet and it’s certainly fun to see all the different takes on the theme. Of course it’s harmless!
Will this be the last time that
We steal the big planks of
My Father’s workbench
(the one not in heaven,
No hallow to His name)
Her Sunday best on,
Standing proudly in her shoes,
She waits by the door ready for church.
