Jul 13, 2018
when: early july where: central park who: open
There was something kind of powerful about leaning into the cliche. It was summer in New York and they were taking pictures in Central Park. The people, the heat, the way it shimmered over blacktop paths, all of it... For a moment, Quinn remembered that human life on its own, in this world, could be beautiful too. In its own way. The glamour of fey, of the Seelie, was gorgeous but it was its own kind and, after all, it was a trick. A trap. Vision through a prism. This all, for what it was, was real. Checking the last shots she had taken, Quinn smiled and then lowered their camera. Looked out over the span of humanity and smiled wider.
