Everything Must Go

All such fun. And yet Lady Vervaine couldn't help feeling obscurely depressed by the end of the night. Everything on sale; everything a commodity, a transaction. Something unsettling & inhuman about the lot of it. And I'm no particular fan of the Manic Street Preachers, but looking at all this, I couldn't help remembering that song of theirs, Everything Must Go:

 

"Shed some skin for the fear within

is starting to hurt me with everything.

Freed from the memory

escape from our history...

 

And I just hope that you can forgive us

but everything must go.

And if you need an explanation

then everything must go."

Done