Mourning an undespeaed loneliness. Not a pants, not a sock, not an intimate garment that makes me company. Being so delicate is not good. Mourning the lack of company...
They are the lumpen of domestic text. The dragged, essential and marginalized ones. And they need to be marginalised, for health, hygiene and comfort. How much they work for us and how badly they are treated! Their tragedy is that it cannot be otherwise...
He likes football, there's no doubt about it. May be if he liked it a little less he didn't live alone....
I think she is a woman, mature already, and alone. Which is, perhaps, a blessing, so she can wear those clothes in soft, peaceful, calm colors. You have to know the storm to enjoy the calm...
After a hot day, she didn't need more clothes than these ones to be at home....