It seemed easy (still seems easy) to satisfy myself with the attention I was getting. Fickle as it is, fashion can only claim itself progressive with successive, meaningless change.
But as with everything on these pages, things are only meant to express what I mean through tangents. I am still waiting, still aiming, still shooting (mostly off-page).
Hence, I may sound half-interested, but trust me, I am always dead serious. My words may fall like useless pebbles in deep water, but I prefer to see them as thread in a web I am weaving. I need the peace of blonde/bland moments to see and decide on the tapestry I want to finish.