Archetypes | OPHELIAshe is not someone you understand. she is someone you watch, someone you use, someone you mourn. she is made for love but love is not made for her. everything about her runs deeper than in you; her madness is truer, her mind brighter and better broken, and her anguish is in her bones, not her blood. you will never forgive her for dying, but she will aways be dead forever, and your horror means nothing to her anymore. that, more than anything is why you still dream about her and her flowers thrown like curses. She has made herself no longer yours to dream of, choking on her water, crawling through her weeds, living beneath the world; her body inviolate and violable no more, there in her resting place where no man rules.
#i have a vast amount of ophelia feelings #but they are all uncomfortable and all jagged edged #because she is lost in the text; it is not her text #and so we obsess on her; project onto her all our constructs and criticisms and dreams of womanhood and persecution and madness #and every time I talk of her I feel like I am a voyeur; watching into her world through the keyhole of the text that is built around the … #the men who surround her like cold castle walls #and she is the dark mirror; and she is the mirror to all our vanities and insecurities; especially as girls #and we only contribute to this almost erotic fixation on her by making her the mirror to all these battles with madness and roles and the… #and then she goes to the water and escapes the cage of her text #and us in the process #and we will never truly know why #and that is her victory; that is her freedom (okayophelia)
The Wales Coast Path - named the the top region in the world to visit by Lonely Planet (2012)
That second to last panel is chilling.