Last-minute Christmas gift ideas for the goddess in your life — because she’s just getting too old for that “whorey” look.
I like to pretend that when I drink my morning brew, I’m simply too elegant to handle this world. In reality, I’m a with a haggard, cynical troll clad in ragged, stained pyjamas, but a girl can dream, can’t she?
“Wait, everyone said so, you have to wait because in cases like this you never know, even Dr Raimondi said so, you have to wait, sometimes there’s a reaction and more so in someone Mecha’s age, you have to wait, Mr Botto, yes, doctor, but it’s now been two weeks and she still hasn’t woken up, two weeks that she’s lying there like she’s dead, doctor, I know, Mrs Luisa, it’s a classic case of coma, all we can do is wait.”
—Julio Cortazar, “Nightmares”
Inevitably, there will be twelve hour periods of your life in which you’ll watch three horror films, gaze dubiously at the clock, and wonder how exactly you’ve managed to stay conscious to this ungodly hour of the morning without a whisper of complaint from your body. It’s refreshing, I suppose, to immerse yourself in someone else’s nightmares instead of engaging in the banal practice of sleep in order to indulge in your own.