And as the curtain closes from the final bow, and the stage lights dim as the house lights emerge, I sit back and think "wow. Pucini could really write an opera." Then, I get off the couch and place the dirty dishes into the sink. Yeah, so I'm an opera arsitocrat whose main experiences with opera are infront of his TV watching PBS. Ahem.. but bach to the opera.
La Boheme was on, and that is a rather painful opera to watch. In the beginning, a group of friends gather and make a little bit of paradise together in a small apartment. In the very last scene, the painter of the group has covered the yellow and orange hues of the wall's mural with cream white, and the poet sits on the roof tearing apart his writing. Yes, Bohemian is dead ladies and gentlemen. No matter how much we want it to be, no one regards pure artistic and aesthetic lifestyles as plausible. Sure, a life lived in good taste and fashion is elegant and attractive, but by no means is it Bohemia. That sort of utopia needs the irreverence of money and politics, which are inseparable in modern times. Perhaps, the Bohemia we can create today is that of the world of the digital. Afterall, I'm by no means making any money out of this website. Regardless, I plan to strive for the Bohemia of old as long as my youthful vigor will carry me.
... Choir practice was boring. Very boring.
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