âA guide to living in the reality of being a 21st-century woman,â Astrid winced as if taking a whiff of something rotten while she read the cover of a Cosmo magazine. She was posing in the doorway, looking like sheâd time-traveled there from 1960â˛s Paris. âI hate the idea of reality. Itâs a construct! There is no one reality. Like, my reality isnât the same as your reality, yâknow? Or maybe itâs all one big simulation. Thatâd be kinda cool, huh?â Blonde strands of hair hung from under a red beret, fishnet-clad legs were tucked into white ankle boots. A joint smoldered in her hand as she spoke. âHey, you wanna read your horoscope?â Astrid took a puff, held it out in offering to the other.













