Today was the final official day of winter and I didn't even realise. I hadn't a clue. I guess it was a little anti-climatic (ha) because we don't really have proper seasons in New Zealand. In movies it is always very obvious which season it is: If there is snow then it is winter; if there are orange leaves on the ground then it is autumn. But not in New Zealand; New Zealand has very few deciduous trees that I am aware of. It can sometimes be very hard to tell which season it is... I'm going to miss winter though. You may all be like "hey wha-!" but better the devil you know than the devil you don't I say. Spring is a joke, being the least consistent of all seasons, and I hate it. Expect sweltering heat and torrential rain in indeterminate measures
Oh and I wrote a short story today called "Mayor (Max) Moose" as a homage to "Lolita" by Vladimir Nabokov and "Alice's Adventures Underground" by Lewis Carroll. Both of those novels are disturbing on different levels which fascinates me. "Lolita" is very disturbing in its subject matter and many people can't stomach reading it, but I actually think Nabokov is a genius. It is so well written, and the man clearly isn't a pedophile himself. Lewis Carroll on the other hand most definitely was, and yet everyone loves "Alice's Adventures Underground", especially children. That's creepy as. I'm not one and my story isn't about that, so "Mayor (Max) Moose" falls somewhere in the middle.
I agree spring is a waste of a season. i would write it out completely and add 1.5 months onto winter and autumn, or maybe give some to summer too; for the long evenings.
ReplyDeleteBut i guess without spring there would be less life