I should be writing down the image of that girl whose image is stamped on my brain today. That girl that I created so many years ago, who wore nothing but a yellow v neck sweater from the seventies that once belonged to her father. That girl who wrote down feverishly how much she loved nubby, piled v neck sweaters from the seventies and black underwear (and was still young enough to pull it off). Oh, you beautiful young thing - with your army of awkward admirers, have you forgotten how beautiful you are (even with those awfully thick eyebrows)?
Hopefully soon I will be able to complete my thoughts. I will sit in the evenings and string some of these beauties together into something I’d enjoy reading again. What would be the perfect collection of excerpts (for me, at least?)