Temporary and yet suffering is always contemporary.
The Saddest of all Queens.
She knew best the moment, the size, the wind which would bring agony – crush even more hope – in all others. Mute Paul Revere, Siren fear in one out the other. Apologist with a razor sharp memory for the fuzziest edges. Tender tinder, trapped under an empty room without escape plans from playboy fans. And never once popped the balloons. “The National Busted Valentine, a real sad tomato.” Anyone who dreams in America isn’t living.