The Absurdity of the Absolute
(Fin de Siècle Decadence Style) The attic in the Rue de Rivoli was a sanctuary of velvet and decay. Marcel lay amidst a sea of silk cushions and open volumes of Baudelaire, the air thick with the scent of opium and dying lilies. He was a man of exquisite fragility, his existence a slow, choreographed slide into the abyss. His students were not children, but a collection of disillusioned poets...
0 Commentarios 0 Acciones 5 Views 0 Vista previa