Alyson

i. Wind combed through my eyelashes, usually stiffened by mascara and therefore unable to be so lovingly cared for.

ii. When I was young, I thought that writing well revolved around sounding as pretentious as possible. I got really good at it, too. I suppose that now, in 2016, calling out your own pretentious habits is the new pretentious. Welcome back to the starting point of this now full circle.

iii. We left the house with the door open. I wasn’t going to close it and I was so relieved when you didn’t either. Same page in the same enchanting book. Bought new. I have very selective taste in books.

iv. All the people in New York City are a blanket. I want to live with them around me. I want the blanket that doesn’t shrivel from your body even when you tell it to.

v. My sketchbook got damp today and my heart is warped as the few beginning and ending pages. I always think sketchbooks are thicker with meaning when you can tell it took a journey to finish them. I still wish I had done a better job. ♦