Pink Flamingos - Fenicotteri rosa

Marjane Satrapi

Each year at Christmastime I get depressed. Not because I never celebrated it as a child, more because I know Santa doesn’t exist. No! This everything shining and blinking, this everybody being “sweet,” being so “kind and nice” to one another, this shopping mania on each avenue, each street, even each alley, all these lights and decorations — they are just there to remind each of us how uncolorful and nasty the other 360 days of the year are. [...]

di Marjane Satrapi, articolo completo (1059 caratteri spazi inclusi) su The New York Times