two films, a book, and a bottle

They lay side by side, basking in sinful glory. The unrelenting sun beating down upon their black bikinis, providing sharp contrast to their pale and yet browning skin. Around them, men glance in desirous torment. The world is blossoming, and life is returning in all of its forms.
People speak of 2020 like it is a failure and is already over. Yes, many people have suffered, and many are scared, but it has been an opportunity to reflect and consider and change. We are about to open up in a way we have never done before… and we will no longer take things for granted. It is like being healthy again after a long sickness or finally completing your exams and being free from study and restriction. Everything that had become boring and routine will now be treated with reverence.
Life is painful… but to feel pain is to be alive. From pain we are able to create. And, somehow, we must try to find the strength to carry on, no matter what. There are so many grand levellers. There is nature. Politics. Corporate culture. Relationships. Life and death in perpetual motion and punctuated by moments of immense joy and immense pain.
Sipping wine, I watch two films in a row. The first one is a Northern Irish film called ‘Good Vibrations’ and the second one is an English film about Morrissey called ‘England is mine.’ I climb into bed and my foot kicks something solid. I reach down. It is a book. Madame Bovary. I place it beside the bed and stretch out to sleep. My foot hits something solid once more. I reach down and find a bottle of lubricant. Memories linger on, but people do not.
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