Confusion straight ahead. No crinkle in the brow but whirlwinds around. On her way to page 6 and party pixs. On her way home for reality and love. Love provided and given. Holiday season spent in the surroundings that the past remembers as the only option. A warm feeling of belongingness and familiararity waits. She’s peaceful as she sits… she truly hasn’t been tainted by her surroundings.
I look out the window and see Gerrit staring at me with a camel hanging form his mouth.
What to do? What to do? Itching to leave… what to do?
East village
11.20.05