the aroma of those truffles is really penetrating, but i am still not convinced that food is an aesthetic ex-pier-ee-ence.

this was a potentially compromising situation, in hindsight, but at the time it just felt right, drunk as i was, not only on all the wine from the cellars, but also on the sheer intoxicatory nature of life, and of course on my ability to make art matter, that near-magical gift of mine.

half-regretful love,

cassie nova.

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