Prostitution, Free Love, and all that Jizz

     The idea of everyone being a prostitute was brought up last class period, and I think that idea has some grounds. Love is kind of battered around and mixed with desperation. There seems to be a lot of helplessness and victimization and a void that sucks away all the good in life. Loneliness and cold and dirt. That's what's left when the void gets you. That's what's left when you give yourself away. I think Anna is cold all the time because her inner joy is dead, her love is dead. All the mangoes of her childhood are rotten. She kisses without loving and lets her body become just a thing. Her thoughts are almost the only living part of her left. She lives in her mind, not in her body. Her body is almost as cold and empty as the world. Her mind is her only safe place. It is the only place no one else can penetrate. The abortion seems to enhance that. Her body isn't hers anymore. It is a creature of this dark cold world full of pain and unfairness that has consumed her.