A note, a promise a then-future, now-past version of someone I wanted to be. it all seems so silly now dry cleaning and linen pants belong to generation I haven't grown into these things belong in the routine of my grandmother, muttering her to-do list as she wakes. A woman of rhythm. a note on a whiteboard underneath the word "thursday" it reads: *dry clean linen pants
more of a promise to take care of yourself or at the very least maintain your armor.