I went to the forest yesterday darling, in the afternoon to walk by the lake. I roamed around the place in my smoking slippers and long sleeved valentino gown.
Afternoons here near the lake can get a bit sad darling. I read Virginia Woolf on such afternoons, to revive the woman who chose the lake to end her life; the one who gave us a thousand and one worlds in the stories she wrote.
The waves don’t just sway here; they move to the immeasurable time endured by her characters.
Women are men and men are women in her world.
The sound of an aeroplane summons terror to all those who perceive it and there is a persistent feeling that something awful is about to happen when you are with her.
A lighthouse is not just a mere building and play time with the children becomes a symbol of marriage.
You learn darling, when you read Virginia Woolf’s books, that it’s not catastrophes, murders, deaths, diseases, that age and kill us; it’s the way people look and laugh, and run up the steps of omnibuses.*
I stayed here by the lake for an immeasurable time.
*Quote taken from Virginia Woolf’s Jacob’s Room.
Story credit: Vogue Italia for the image.