Saturday afternoon errands, is a cumbersome affair.

It seems I’ve always been excited by the simple things. “woooaaaahhh floweeerss wooah”

Spring.

After a month and a half of sailing through the ocean, a boat arrived in a NYC harbor with 50 boxes full of artifacts of my past lives. Re-invention, interrupted.

Starter wife: A man’s first wife that marries out of love and helps him achieve wealth, power, etc, but is then promptly discarded upon reaching said goal, for a younger, more attractive woman.

Shooting at the Hamptons. Sunny, but the wind is cold.
He takes pictures, after each one is done, we move on to the next, a change of outfit, change the hair, refresh the makeup, etc.
I often get a feeling that if I fail to give good hair for a shot, they will kill me or somehow I will die, like being held hostage.
Heart is pounding.