The Teeth of Time

On this day in 1452 Leonardo, (illegitimate) son of Piero, was born in Vinci.

Happy birthday, Nardo, wherever you are.
Your life may not have been as wasted as you yourself felt it was.

On this day in 1912 the Titanic sank.

And it appears today that not even its skeletal remains may make it to the 100th anniversary.

Apparently a "gigantic organism" - with "social intelligence", no less - is devouring it.

But you can still hear the Titanic's wail. 

Time has a hard time silencing wails.

On this day in 1993 I returned from a one month stay in Italy and absolutely magical five hours in Venice. (If you think Venice is the same as Italy, think again.)

The return was just as eventful as the stay.

On this day in 2011 I found myself to be the ugly cousin of myself.

Not just today or this year, but since the day I was born.

But this, too, will pass.

And experience tells me that not necessarily further in the southward direction.

Life is only as expected as you expect it to be.

(Yes, sometimes even platitudes are true.)