WiP: Now now

‘Today I felt so frustrated that I left my house and run to the beach. When I reached the beach packed with tourists, I stopped because I did not want to look pathetic. As a typical artist, I do not do sports. I do not like running, I can not run and I do not own running clothes. Knowing my nearly obsessive fear of being exposed, I was being prepared; I reached out a cigarette that I had hidden in my bra. Instead of running in public I acquiesced for dealing with my frustration as a blond foreign woman (a barbie doll, as I am often called) smoking on the background of dozens of selfies.’