"if i was orpheus i would simply not turn around" yes you would. if you were orpheus and you loved eurydice, you would. to love someone is to turn around. to love someone is to look at them. whichever version of the myth — he hears her stumble, he can't hear her at all, he thinks he's been tricked — he turns around because he loves her. that's why it's a tragedy. because he loves her enough to save her. because he loves her so much he can't save her. because he will always, always turn around. "if i was orpheus i would simply —" you wouldn't be orpheus. you wouldn't be brave enough to walk into the underworld and save the person you love. be serious
'if i was orpheous i would-' no if i was me, and you were you, i wouldn't turn around. I would walk out of the underworld with a lie, a safe life. I would lead whatever hand i was holding out, whether that be you or another, for the slight chance that it would be you. I would doubt and panic and distrust and wish and hurt, all the while looking ahead, not a thought of confirmation in my head. I could never be orpheous, my love, for the chance that you would never be lost to me like eurydice.





















