I dreamed that my soul rose unexpectedly

the thing about the long northern winter is that, when you get these first March thaws, even the promise of a single degree above freezing can cause massive eucatastrophic feelings about the approach of spring. imagine what it'll feel like once the temp hits 40F!

there was a really lovely thread on ffa about the problems with the poverty-finance-maturity themes of Buffy S6 that got me thinking a lot about heroic narratives and communitarian ethos. for all that the Scooby Gang are held up as a found family, imo Buffy is much more a story about isolated strength; the iconic moments that hang in my mind are all of B on her own, stripped of resources, digging even deeper into herself in order to go on. and I think about the inspiration I've drawn from that sort of thing, the "time to save yourself; no one else will save you" attitude that i've come to rely on in hard times. how much of that is maladaptive?

(the suggestion from the thread of an alternate possible thematic for Buffy's maturation, that of her dependence on/conflict with the institutional power of the Council, is totally burning up my brain. do I want to write it? I maybe want to write it, idk.)