I pretend that it’s okay for you to watch soap operas when I’m in the room. I do my job as a daughter. Momma, if you love me, you’ll free the elephants and, in doing so, free me of my existential crisis.
Anytime I go to new city, I want to find the highest place and just perch. If it’s nighttime and the wind blows, the lights shake and the whole world sparkles. For a moment, I remember how small I am and all of the pressure goes away. I love feeling small… It’s weirder here. This is my city you know. I forget sometimes. It’s not terribly small. It almost sparkles.