Re: Victor F/Mina M
We may keep the sitting rooms, but must we speak nothings? In sitting rooms, among society, nothing is true that is spoken. We are reared on falsehoods, and we expect them to carry into adulthood. It is all a veil on truth, and I'd no idea until my eyes were opened. Tarnish possesses beauty because it is real. It is not the pretty coating that we brush upon ourselves.
I had never read a book until I was seduced away from my husband. Words. He seduced me with knowledge, cracked spines and discussion. I was prey to that above all else, silly thing that I was, and the flickering lights and pretty smiles were secondary, footnotes in a large body of work.
I believe that lacking a reason to behave, we cease to do so.