Beauty fades, this we know all too well. Even the tools of beauty, the lipsticks and creams, have a shelf life that ends well before our affection does. Blush crumbles. Foundations separate. Mascara dries up. Fragrances oxidize and decay. Don’t we all?
It’s the story of life. “Death is the mother of beauty,” Wallace Stevens, the poet, wrote. “Only the perishable can be beautiful, which is why we are unmoved by artificial flowers.”
