Relativity of beauty ("Time destroys everything")
I am not going to tell you anything about the stuck in the eighties and not making a comeback concert the
bloguette took me to the other day. It’s nice to get out of the house, actually the office. Apparently the performer has stopped doing so for the past three decades.
The bloguette also made it into a habit of taking me places. Apparently people in front of us merely chage the seats and hall.
Yesterday, she bought tickets to Irreversible. Which I still have to return to him on CD.
Again I won’t tell you how I have cringed in my seat the whole duration of the movie. How bad everything starts, and how nicely it ends. Or was it the other way around? I am still dizzy and it’s not from the hypnotic whirling montage.
