after Ferdnand Leger
One must have the audience on one’s side. So that when one
begins “who would’ve expected …” the next statement should
indeed arrive as unexpected. Otherwise one is publicly
betrayed into a private world that is shrewd, not untrue,
and very dense. Who would have expected that she would
be smoking? And is she? Something in her demeanor and that
of the gregarious furnishings, something that is the paranoia
cum pleasure of a woman on the edge. Or of a woman thinking
what it must be like to be close to that moment when one is
without recourse, whispering ‘I will go on’, ‘on’ being ‘on the
edge’, or on the crest of a blue tide of sentiment and drink
and smoke which will, by the time you find your seat again,
have drowned you forever.