a woman’s mind magnified.
There’s a point where you’ve seen enough for the day, content with staring at anything that stays still. The ceiling. A glass of water. Your feet, if you concentrate. But nothing is truly still. Not one thing on this earth is holding steady.
She sure knows how to write them 20 year old girls.
I have always, since first seeing this as a child, identified the old lady first. That can’t be good.