Last night, Iconista dreamt she was in love. What a strange sensation. She pities the poor mortals prey to such emotions during their waking hours. Love is best kept for dreams; though a heavenly sensation, it would be most distracting - like balancing a glass of champagne on one's head. Smoking is a far more practical solution to the internal abyss. With a cigarette in her hand, Iconista craves nothing.
|Gloria Dickson ELMER FRYER 1937|