Julia

“Whenever she was visiting home, Agnes's daughter said that she wanted the two of them to cook together. The deliberation of it struck Agnes as odd. It was obvious that they would cook - how could they not? - but the statement made it forced, if not artificial. Her daughter suggested lengthy recipes for foods that carried an idea of old times: jams, pies, roasted meats. She took photographs as they cooked. Once or twice, Agnes had come across these photographs on her daughter's social media pages, with a line or two about the mother-daughter bond. She didn't know how to point out the insincerity to her daughter, who was part of a generation of educated women that paid rapt attention to the things that gave them pleasure and turned them into rituals for display...

The simplest acts, Agnes thought, the very fabric of life had spun out of proportion, expanded to grotesque magnitudes of egocentricity, just like old paintings, restored with too bright colours, that los the subtleties of their initial expressions.”
― Aysegül Savas, White on White