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" In my mind's eye, I'm wearing golden armor, adorned with roses, and I'm riding a winged horse, and I can feel the wind on my face, and I can smell seawater in the air, and I'm wielding an enormous electric-blue sword, which is cutting through all of the delusions, and lies, and I'm galloping, and galloping, and slicing, and slicing. "
― Madeleine Ryan , A Room Called Earth
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" If our eyebrows are too bushy, or if our pores are too large, or if our under-eye bags are too noticeable, or if our teeth are too yellow, or too crooked, or if our wrinkles are too deep, or if our body parts are too large, or too soft, or too ripply, or vein-y, we're essentially supposed to go in for a day procedure before leaving the house. Or, at the very least, we're expected to become masters at hiding such unfortunate "humanities" behind all manner of makeup, clothing, falsely confident body language, hyaluronic acids, glycolic acids, virtual filters, collagen fillers, witty one-liners, blinding smiles, and carefully selected accessories, because these aren't seen as positive indicators of the fact of being alive, rather than dead. "
― Madeleine Ryan , A Room Called Earth