I just remembered that Viggo Mortenson and Exene Cervenka used to be married.
When you feel betrayed, and that the magic of everyday life is no longer enough, you rediscover some gleaming gem of the world, like the one above, and everything is miraculously okay again. It's like walking through some dark neighborhood of a huge, faceless city, and on instinct you push through a door and reveal a sparkling, delicious, luscious speakeasy, with velvet chair cushions, low leather seats, glittering chandeliers...If a love as strangely, unexpectedly perfect as theirs existed...why can't mine?
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