“With me, the present is forever, and forever is always shifting, flowing, melting. This second is life. And when it is gone, it is dead. But you can’t start over with each new second, you have to judge by what is dead.
Sylvia Plath was at the prime of her life in an age when women were either virgins or whores, taffeta skirts were the fashion, feminism was just becoming a thing and Marilyn Monroe already was. 626 more words