Almost October. Autumn is only ever one thing for me: Eastern Massachusetts. Aspirational like book-shopping and Commuter Rails and being teen*aged, dismal like exams and infirmaries and being teen*aged. I'm drawn in. Even as anxieties up and over an approaching winter mount, I crave wind rain and grey grey grey. I've been positively wishing away the sun (a thing I know I'll soon regret). The first Darkness has taken hold, and I am trying to conjure it fuller (heady, concussively), though it will surely expand on its own, suffocate us all until a trip to the Islands is the ONLY KIND OF FIX (thank G-d for New Year).
Though, post Yom Kippur, I'd imagined something like this. Today, I got my nails painted thus. German vamp.
