My daughter has been talking about Lana del Rey nonstop, so I finally youtubed the singer and listened to her. Her voice has a tinge of smoke-filled bar to it, and her face and affect is that of a film noir starlet or a jazz singer from another era.
This video brings to mind that what we choose to see, or the stories we tell ourselves about the objects of our affections, often hides what is lurking beneath the surface.
Why is it that we are drawn to the flame, to that which burns?
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