December 31, 2023. Photo: Robert R. Rutledge
This is part of a running series. Read the previous Wonder Chronicle: On Finishing a Book
I believe in sequins
I believe in their determination.
I believe in their collaboration with our delusions, alternatively known as optimism, that despite it all, we deserve bright and shiny things; we deserve sparkle.
It took lockdown and the terror and grief of the Covid pandemic for me to appreciate the witchcraft of sequins–their alchemical ability to transmutate from a superficial and shiny, delicious silliness to a weather vane for pain, a mirror for what we can’t hide.
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