And so I carry on, alternating bleak desperation to moment of irresponsible automatic briskness.
I am extremely punctual to countless appointments, I choose, I decide, I impart orders, I gaze with a lens upon small scraps of fabric pinned to the cardboard pages of big albums.
Around the costume designer the help and the dressmakers don’t breathe, they are respectful and, which is worse, trusting. Once again this morning I dropped the I CHING coins.
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