Eros Exotica Better

To engage with Eros Exotica is to admit:

They stayed like that until dawn, two silhouettes against a rim of gold through the window. They were honest, yes, but honesty itself could be an aesthetic in the Conservatory’s gallery, framed and admired. Their love, which had once been an act of mutual unbinding, risked becoming an emblem: a story with a neat arc and a neat conclusion. eros exotica

The jungle screamed—or sang. The ring of flowers burst into bloom all at once, releasing a cloud of golden pollen that swirled like a slow-motion supernova. Elara’s visor fogged. She tore it off. To engage with Eros Exotica is to admit: