"She wore dark bubble shades. For a moment she'd wondered if the seal around her sockets were tight enough to allow the tears simply to go on and fill up the entire lens space and never dry. She would carry the sadness of the moment with her that way forever, see the world refracted through those tears, those specific tears, as if indices as yet unfound varied in important ways from cry to cry"
Thomas Pynchon- The Cry Of Lot 49.
from my part, I am less concern with crying and more excited by the color soon to be used on my lips.
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