We are all of Orsino’s Brain

“If music be the food of love, play on;

Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting,

The appetite may sicken, and so die.”

Does Orsino’s superfluous love for Octavia, narcissistic behaviour change when he likes Viola’s ‘inner character’?

Who are we!?

We are all Orsino’s

Or maybe we are mollusks

We are music and food

And lights and trains

I see the jawline

I am Orsino

I see the inner soul

Viola met me

Am I meant to be beautiful for the swan’s neck or know the lines to all your books

You deserve what you look for;

Oysters. Mollusks

Viola.Or the Other.

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