the fact is: it is autumn, survived another bloody summer without turning orange and straighthaired like every other girl/boy in this most silly of cities. defiantly pale, and chesnut hair growing outwards and onwards daily. feeling the urge to cut excessively long scarves from fabrics which can be wrapped several times - the best amount of times - around myself and also others who like that sort of thing...or who don't but I feel they may be deserving. around and around it will go, until the fabric hangs and clings like tides.
currently researching into the development of perfect pitch in children. who knew the circumstances needed to be so specific? are you independent and focused and did you play the piano as a three year old? you might be one of the lucky ones.