The tragedy of Ophelia is simpler than that of her love,
because she had no fucking clue what was happening.
Did Hamlet love her?
Once. Perhaps. At least that was his claim.
But he pretended to love her because it was useful-
she never understood that.
He killed her father because Polonius was in the wrong place.
She could have been Odysseus but instead she was Ophelia.
So she dies. And why?
All over a misunderstanding,
Because she was the most convenient woman that he could claim he loved.
He did not want her to die but he did not think about her much
and somewhere between the flowers and the water she knew that—
but trapped on earth with a dead father and a living madman of a prince
she chose the river and it took her home.
Hamlet felt regret for this, or at least that was the lie he told.
Who truly can say what a man feels about a women he has discarded?
because she had no fucking clue what was happening.
Did Hamlet love her?
Once. Perhaps. At least that was his claim.
But he pretended to love her because it was useful-
she never understood that.
He killed her father because Polonius was in the wrong place.
She could have been Odysseus but instead she was Ophelia.
So she dies. And why?
All over a misunderstanding,
Because she was the most convenient woman that he could claim he loved.
He did not want her to die but he did not think about her much
and somewhere between the flowers and the water she knew that—
but trapped on earth with a dead father and a living madman of a prince
she chose the river and it took her home.
Hamlet felt regret for this, or at least that was the lie he told.
Who truly can say what a man feels about a women he has discarded?
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