December 31, 2013 Chapter 21
The air is saturated with the stink of perfumes at war. There are video screens on which flawless complexions turn, preen, sigh through their parted lips, are caressed. On other screens are close-ups of skin pores, before and after, details of regimes for everything, your hands, your neck, your thighs. Your elbows, especially your elbows: aging begins at the elbows and metastasizes. This is religion.

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Atwood, Margaret. “Cat’s eye.” Anchor Books, 1998-07-15 00:00:00+01:00. iBooks.
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ludo ergo sum