Let me take you on a tour of a troubled brain, exhibited in random shreds of scheduled blog posts that I never published, polished to their maddest sheen. April 10, 2019 [I Can’t Have Beautiful Things] I can’t have beautiful…
When I was twenty-two, I ran away to Prague, where I now sing to my black cat (who collects dustballs in her whiskers), eat chocolate for breakfast, and have lemon tarts every Thursday.