Sumiyo

When I think back to S, in Nippon, I remember how she gasped and moaned from my first touch—at the time, I thought, what bullshit, what overacting.
Now I realize that culture permeates to that depth, that she moaned like that because that’s how her script goes.
Back to the same notion, our themata, our postures, our scripts. We enact them without realizing it; the bounds of normalcy seem like hard walls, seem far more than convention.
T speaks of ‘classical values’, but that too is just a self-justifying system! Better than some, certainly, but if for him it can ever justify what we did in Central America, than it is chimera at best, delusion more likely.