Just think of our thought crimes. Our crimes of pretension. Aren’t we ashamed of ourselves?
We’re imposters! Charlatans! We’re bad impressionists. Ventriloquist’s dummies. And we’ve always known it.
Which is why we wanted Livia to tell us off. We wanted not to be able to get away with it. We wanted punishment. We wanted correction. And what did we find instead? Livia’s perverse encouragement. Her tacit assent – to carry on. To deepen the farce. To continue the travesty.
Work in Progress 