Hearts melting at the 2017 snowbomb? You slushy things
Figurative Language Alert! :)
They’re calling it the “snowbomb” or, if you’re reading the Express, the “Arctic snowbomb”. It’s like regular snow, except that it’s falling, totally unbidden, from the sky, so really it’s more like a bomb. Why did we never notice before that this weather event seemingly without agenda was actually much more hostile? Because we were too busy going: “Aw, that’s pretty.”
Just as we yoke our own destinies to the seasons, to give our lives the impression of circularity and renewal, rather than just an uninterrupted march towards death, so we look to weather for meaning and metaphor, to avoid the recognition of life’s calamitous randomness.
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