Women have far too much time on their hand when removing nail polish…
Beauty requires a certain distance. An inherent fear of destruction. Fear of self. Fear of intensity.
Whatever the reason may be… There is a great sense of injustice in me… like in a porcelain doll sat in a glass house.
My perfume ran out today. The new one called heart is just like the scent I smelled when I got my first letter from the Zoological society of London. Oh, just another natural coincidence that I am watching the Perfume now. Return to my senses. Return to my perception. To me.
Perception is like the first kiss. You cannot hold it. Nothing holds eternity, so vice versa.