People were excited by violence. What, after all, was the sexual act but a voluntarily endured assault, a momentary death?
Time didn't heal, but it anesthetized. The human mind could only feel so much.
Absolute nakedness was intrusive, confusing to the senses. Paradoxically, it both revealed and diminished identity.
The television image sanctified, conferred identity. The more familiar the face, the more to be trusted.
