A haunted house on the upper east side. She wanders from sadness to delirium, touching upon mania. She owns a dictionary, a globe, a metal ash tray and a black fur jacket. The world is her oyster, but she's not hungry. Red wine from a skull glass, she watches the world from her fire escape. A world she desperately wants to be a part of and tragically despises. Men are tangible, but she finds them all droll. Casual are her ways, for she has yet to figure out what she wants. She asks herself in late hours of the night and begins to find that it is not what she is going to take, but rather what she is going to give.
jacket -- burberry photograph -- samantha white