sereni·tea

If you play you won’t mind and you won’t matter.

God and ignorance made me brave.

Yes, we all look a little mysterious and absurd to each other, but no one looks as foreign as a dead person does. We can forgive some stranger her choice to practice Catholicism or engage in homosexual acts, but not her submission to death. We hate a backslider. Worse than alcoholism or heroin addiction, dying seems like the greatest weakness, and in the world where people say you're lazy for not shaving your legs, then being dead seems like the ultimate character flaw.

She could simultaneously be all places but no place, mooning over sunsets and foliage everywhere except where she actually was.

There is a certain zest to be had in tormenting the vulnerable