The raw stuff of life is only changed by the meanings we give it. Memory can be dissolved by scent, but also redeemed.
For many people, they smell White Diamonds and, instantly, they melt. They remember their mother’s indulgent laugh; the arms that held them.
I learned that kind of hard-won glamour; that we should have beauty, however much the world wants to keep it from us.
I think now, what is life if not a rather ridiculous, fumbling, histrionic, financially ruinous, unwieldy thing?