I'm starting to feel like Edie Beale. I dress to please the birds and I shave to please my panty hose. The only addiction I have is to a constant flow of fresh inspiration. On my work lunches, I'll break away alone and try to find some nook and cranny off-beat store somewhere in this broken down city of decay to explore. I've spent time in every corner of the mall I work in but I've also traveled the streets, visiting anything that sells clothes, housewares, or incense burners but it's occurring to me that I've run out of things to discover here. I'm trapped in this little country world with my fire-engine red lipstick and black eyeliner.
Edie Beale
Myself
The ongoing mundane roar of life is barely touching my senses, as I am living in a constant daydream.
Your life can be whatever you want it to be, you just have to make it.