Status Updates From Madonna in a Fur Coat: Echo...

This entire monologue of hers is so tea I wish I could just insert the whole thing.

“Why is it that even in the way you beg, there is dominance, and pity in the way we refuse?”

As different as you are, you're still a man... and all the men that I have ever known have ended up leaving in sorrow or anger once they realize I don't love them, and can never love them... But why, when they say goodbye, do they assume I am the one to blame?
Because I never gave them what I promised I never would, or because they convinced themselves it would be otherwise?

Because I do have the courage. I want to make paintings that express how I see people, and sometimes I may even be successful. But that, too, is meaningless…

This was how life should be lived: attuned to nature, its every flutter and sway, while time moves inexorably forward. Rejoicing in every moment, finding a lifetime in each and every one, in the knowledge that these moments were revealing themselves to me as to no other. Never forgetting that there existed another with whom I could share all my thoughts. I just had to wait...