Subtlety
Subtlety is not something she does well. She stumbles upon it: a mask sculpted by misinterpretation and ignorance, not her own. Bright smile, hooded eyes; a living statue with the greatest mystery and nothing to hide. Boisterous and outspoken, it is all a matter of the right question and the act of seeing in a sunlit room.
Subtlety is not something she does well — screaming in a crowded room.
The crowd remains deaf.
Hey,
Hmm, interesting. Little more to say than that.
Crowds have that tendency.
- César