Things beginning to speed up, time suddenly

Here’s where things started speeding up.

This Tuesday was quiet, I bought some perfumes from someone I have long-term mixed feelings about buying from for various reasons. Otherwise, not a lot.

This weekend I saw Marina at my least favorite venue in the city, and she was as lovely as she could be, hard and glittering and soft and gleaming by turns, diamond and gold, an expensive hobby shaped by time and desperation and pressure into something wonderful.

Sometime during this time I became stressed about money. We did a lot this year, more than I wanted, and I never really took a break from constant buy buy buy (I’ve talked about this before). I slowed, a little. I skipped a few things.

But I’m still on my bullshit, as they say.