Tuesday, April 6, 2010
Cover yourself with fancy things so that you may glow in the moonlight as you howl at the night because that's what we were meant to do... right? Beneath our fancy clothes we are all animals, filled with emotion and passion and sexuality, governed as much now as we ever were by the sun and the moon and the seasons they create. But of course, there's no harm in looking pretty. That's the funny thing about fashion, clothing, doing up, it all comes back to stripping down.
Love is lying on the floor naked and cold and content. Eat your heart out grim reaper, romance has been resurrected. But what is love's real opposition? Hate? Or absence?