here’s to thankless, dead-end retail jobs that pay the rent and destroy your soul in the process.
currently applying to study at l’università degli studi di bergamo. sixteen weeks to go and it’s getting more and more tangible with each day.
My mother forbade us to walk backwards. That is how the dead walk, she would say. Where did she get this idea? Perhaps from a bad translation. The dead, after all, do not walk backwards but they do walk behind us. They have no lungs and cannot call out but would love for us to turn around. They are victims of love, many of them.
“I used to say I’d know you anywhere,
but it’s getting harder.”