Christmas in a dead town

“I felt overstuffed and dull and disappointed, the way I always do the day after Christmas, as if whatever it was the pine boughs and the candles and the silver and gilt-ribboned presents and the birch-log fires and the Christmas turkey and the carols at the piano promised never came to pass.”

― Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

Sylvia (2003)

Sylvia directed by Christine Jeffs

Mad Girl Lazarus

February eleventh of this year is Sylvia's 50th death anniversary. I will love her until I, too, rest.

"Nothing is real when you are alone in your room with the clock ticking loudly into the false cheerful brilliance of the electric light."

- Sylvia Plath

"I need someone real, who will be right for me now, here, and soon. Until then I'm lost. I think I am mad at times." 

- Sylvia Plath