Aug 2020
Lost in the empty crowd,
Searching for your eyes,
Questing for sweet recognition,
A face to call home.
Searching for your eyes,
Questing for sweet recognition,
A face to call home.
‘In spite of its romantic frisson, the position of muse is very vague and largely thankless for the muse herself.’
- Katie Roiphe, In Praise of Messy Lives
- Katie Roiphe, In Praise of Messy Lives
(F/Christchurch, New Zealand)
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