the anti-heroine of an era of bathtub gin, organized crime, and jazz, clouded in the smoke of fired guns and cigarettes.
PERSEPHONE: I cannot give you the world above, I cannot light up the shadows.
I don’t want to be the only receptacle of life in the midst of death.
I am rotting like the others, you know.

— Pauline Albanese, The Closed Doors


@темы: with serpents for arms the lovers are the hydra of the tale