Friday was Marilyn's birthday, we celebrated by watching old Hollywood movies and eating pink frosted cupcakes in bed. Chloe looks more like her even though I'm the blonde, she has that enigmatic charisma you never want to see getting poisoned and destroyed by mean-spirited people.
"The world", she says, "was never shaped by reason or truth but by delusions. How else could Rick Santorum almost become president of the United States?"
Maybe it's true. Escaping reality can sometimes seem like the only way of surviving, of not going mad or become completely paralyzed with sadness.
Chloe flips through the pages of David Wills' photo book Metamorphosis. "Imagine someone like Jessica Simpson today" she sighs, "wearing a sheer rhinestone dress with nothing underneath while singing 'Happy birthday Mr. President' to Obama. The horror".