Judge me for what I mean, not what I say/write/do!


Reading over my last post, I realize how snotty my comment about “outgrowing cozies” must have come across. Not that I’m not snotty, but I expressed myself poorly there: it’s not a question of “growth”, I think, so much as having seen so much of the real thing for so long that I can’t suspend disbelief long enough to take the abstracted and polished body-in-the-drawing-room scenario seriously anymore. I admire the craft, I envy the clarity, but cozies: no longer for me!