They cry just like Desdemona did, alone in that
courtyard.
The thought makes me irrationally angry: what does she
have to cry about? This perfect, pristine angel, who’s never
known hunger, who’s never known a single blow from the
hand of someone who was supposed to love her, who’s
known nothing, her entire life, but comfort and luxury. How
dare she cry like that?
— Aug 22, 2026 12:08PM
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