Three Twisted Knots

Not all those who wander are lost.


“There was never a genius without the stain of madness.” –Aristotle

I often think we talk things to death, Nathaniel and me. It’s not a bad thing: we like to talk things to death. If you saw us sitting together, the three of us, you might think Nathaniel and I were like articulate magpies, flicking from one shiny thing to another without a care as to whether or not anybody outside our peculiar little space can follow. And you might think Aoibheann was the one not following.

If you thought that, you’d be a fucking idiot. Because Aoibh is a genius. She is mad. She is judgmental. She is inhibited. She is simplistic. She is capable of internalising almost anything; in fact, she may internalise everything. And maybe that’s what makes her capable of doing what she did last night.

I’m not going to write down what she did, what she said. Because somebody might find this, and then it would be worthless. Because the beauty of Aoibheann’s genius is in the perfect, crystalline surprise and shock of it. I was shocked. In fact, I was horrified. But even I had to admit it was amazing. If Nathaniel and I are the magpies, Aoibheann is the jewel in our nest.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

The Clawful Truth

Cats, Travel, Musing, and More


Makeup and Accessories

Oxblood & Wolf

Oxblood & Wolf | Mens Style from The Ox and The Wolf

%d bloggers like this: