But, sometimes it is just too funny to not make a comment.
I’m in the Archeological Museum in Florence, just minding my own business and looking at art and artifacts and reading an occasional label, sometimes in Italian, sometimes in English.
And, for some random reason that I will never truly understand, I read this particular label, maybe because it comments on the path I’ve chosen for this lifetime of mine.
And, usually when reading English labels of Italian originals, my mind starts wandering while my eyes try to find the real information hidden amidst the tangled, mangled translation. But this time, I stuck with it through at least the first paragraph. When I got to the final sentence of paragraph one, I thought for a moment that someone would call a museum guard to pick the hysterical woman up off the floor.
Because, here’s the funny truth about not only the objets owned by the Archeological Museum, but indeed about everyone and everything on earth. In truth, we are all purchased or donated, and should be considered as a part of the collections themselves, while at the same time
“being of uncertain provenance and without context.”
Which I think will be the title of my next book. :-)
get back, lauretta! 