I guess I felt attached to my weakness. My pain and suffering too. Summer light, the smell of a breeze, the sound of cicadas — if I like these things, why should I apologize?Haruki Murakami, A Wild Sheep Chase.
What cicadas leave behind is a kind of crystallized memory;
The stubborn detail of, the shape around a life turned
The color of forgotten things ...Martin Walls, 'Cicadas at the End of Summer.'
This summer: Brood V.
Top: Two Roman cicada brooches, c. 4th-5th century AD.
Bottom: Cicada amulet, glass. China, c. 206 BC—220 AD.