A striking portrait took center stage. The subject was a lovely golden-haired woman in a man’s jacket; she peered warily at the viewer. He wasn’t ordinarily into figurative art, but it made him feel things in his parts. Which parts he hadn’t worked out yet. Multi-part feelings.
“Anxiety does not ask your permission. Anxiety does not come when expected. It’s very rude. It barges in at the strangest moments, stopping all activity, focusing everything on itself It sucks the air our of your lungs and scrambles the world.”
Een van de ridsters heeft nu haar eigen boek met haar eigen leuke en dappere verhalen.
I remember the screams this morning, and my feet stumbled against the boards of the deck, but Daisy’s grip was firm and sharp, and before I could do anything much we were on the scene.
