Passing stranger II


I briefly saw the woman I would like to be...

...everything she did was inspiring, and everything she said was too articulately disturbing...

...after many swift encounters, I had to ask her how she had acquired such taste in fashion, books, art and music; and her answer was not traveling, nor was it being a social butterfly around other lost souls.

She simply remarked: years of solitude and the longing to find one's mind.

Note: the above fictional text was written whilst listening to: Scott Matthews - Passing Stranger.

2 comments:

Clara said...

This is such a cool editorial. So easy and unconvtrived!

elisabeth said...

this is how i wish i looked in my day to day life!