and the bags under your eyes are like pools of wine, purple and deep. It’s funny how exhaustion can be so physical, the fuzzy feeling that’s taken residence around my eyes, the way it seems as though someone has tied lead weights to each eyelash. The way my body curves and hunches over, refusing to [...]
It’s been a long day (long week, even), and I am about to keel over, so I’ll make this short. There is, of course, the requisite self-portrait:
Given my exhaustion, I don’t have much to say. I spent my evening in good company, taking in a play at Centerstage. It was Thornton Wilder’s The Matchmaker, and [...]