The Whited Sepulchres

white-feather

We are, all of us, walking libraries of the unspeakable, whited sepulchres where the real life we imagine is concealed behind talk of the weather, sensible shoes and a received morality that we more or less obey and more or less despise.
John Burnside, A Lie About My Father

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