One thing I’ve learned is that you should never look back, the past is dead and buried. You get nothing from living there. It’s all about today. But I’ve been having these dreams. In them nothing’s real, nothing’s solid everything’s fantasy- fucked, an illusion. In these dreams I’m a life that’s already gone by. Today means nothing. Today is just a ghost that’s haunting me. I’m at the end of the world on the edge of things, and I think about letting go. I think about falling.
Denise. 14. Italy.