Line –  Happy to be a woman –  appears in a strange light.  Being a woman is a constant battle, because it’s about being taken for granted, self-evident, which I’m not, and as nothing is. Out of what kind of mind comes the thought that someone is an image only, a thing, someone is an idea, one-dimensional creature, available in her purity, innocence, and that is, how women should be –  accessible. Isn’t it strange.