About a month ago, I was on my way to work early on a foggy morning. Realizing how the mist was living a life of its own, restlessly producing a continuum of quirky scenes, I stayed a while near the bottom of the steps leading to the underground station, trying to document the events as they unfolded. I´ve previously written a word or two about it here.
This picture is another of the ones I came home with that day. Not seeking to draw any unfounded, not to say outright unjust comparisons with the lady who is about to descend into the haze and darkness of what´s below, my thoughts nevertheless is pointed in the direction of Sparafucile, the “man of the sword” i.e. the hit man from Burgundy, from Giuseppe Verdis opera Rigoletto. You see, I once had the pleasure attending a performance at the Gothenburg Opera, where they rather ingenious interpreted Sparafucile as a man from, lets say a bit “underground”…
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