We have arrived at the start of the long, final bend of the tour book. The demons have been vanquished, but vestiges linger. Memories haunt the mind and litter the mental landscape in ways that last beyond their actual existence. Altered and changed, the world is clearer but dimmer. While the imagery is lighter and more seemingly frivolous, the message cuts a little deeper. Without the metaphoric hyperbole of such extremes, things feel more real. More sad, too, because the honest and true look at how things really are can’t help but be imbued with melancholy. Only simpletons maintain happiness in the face of fact.
Some of us – myself included – indulge in merriment and material highs to get us through this world’s darker moments. I splurge on fragrances from Tom Ford, Hermès, Prada and Diana Vreeland to act as a buffer against the deadening sprawl of mundaneness.
Decadent delights, and treats so delicate and sweet they melt in your mouth – these pass the time and cheer the mind. It is impossible to trudge in shoes this pretty – and so we float. It may merely be fantasy, but more exists solely in our heads than could ever be conjured in our sordid air.
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