What a thing of beauty the department store is, recently restored to all its art deco glory. A palace of cool and quiet on Sunday morning. Gracious curves and softly filtered light. And no you may not take a photo Madam. And no not one of the twenty-odd sweaters fits. And no not one of the shelves and shelves of different shades of sheets matches these pillow cases. Dwarfed by grandeur and bemused by the gulf between promise and delivery, between beauty and discontent.
¶ 4:27 pm
That's the market economy for you! Not that it's all bad; for example, women have much more independence with it than we would without. But it does have such a habit of promising what it can't deliver.
"Dwarfed by grandeur and bemused by the gulf between promise and delivery, between beauty and discontent." I love this clear insight so beautifully framed by your delicious turn of phrase. Thank you :)