I seem to know all the cliches, but not how to put them together in a believable way. Or else these stories are terrible and grandiose precisely because all the cliches intertwine in an unrealistic way and you can't disentangle them. But when you actually live a cliche, it feels brand new, and you are unashamed.
When we can't understand the science behind something in this world, we make up mythological entities that we can relate to. We personify the forces of nature that mystify us, using our boundless imaginations to comfort us and make us feel like we have some control over these things that are much bigger than we are.
In my life long study of human beings, I have found that no matter how hard they try, they have found no way yet to prevent the arrival of Monday morning. And they do try, of course, but Monday always comes, and all the drones have to scuttle back to their dreary workday lives of meaningless toin and suffering.
What I really love about them.. Is the fact that they contain someone's personal history..I find myself wondering about their lives. I can never look at a garment.. Without thinking about the woman who owned it. How old was she? Did she work? Was she married? Was she happy?.. I look at these exquisite shoes, and I imagine the woman who owned them rising out of them or kissing someone..I look at a little hat like this, I lift up the veil, and I try to imagine the face beneath it.. When you buy a piece of vintage clothing you're not just buying the fabric and thread - you're buying a piece of someone's past.