I guess I fooled myself into thinking that things would be different this time. I’m so tired of it all. My hair will go gray just trying to pay the bills but I’d rather be curbside than sitting through another one of your attempts to intimidate me once again.
I like the windows in this studio. They’re not too distracting but they give me something to look at and they remind me to keep my eyes up when I dance.
Been thinking about posturing, disclosure, and relativism. How discourse is shaped and influenced in the face of permanence. How there is a vulnerability that follows openness.
cry cry cry