the phrase "lipstick on a pig" has always inspired a deep sadness in me. I think of the pig, looking forward to her big night out, and I bring myself to the verge of tears.
It really feels like the entire world has turned into an inescapable panopticon. I look back on the pre-computer days and they almost seem like a time of ridiculous freedom, where you could just skip town and start a new life whenever you wanted