she was a woman of many lovers and a myriad of interests. philosophy, french, classic literature and arabic to name a few. she danced on her toes, and seldom opened up to people. she favored the people in books, the scenarios in her mind. no one was quite as wild as her, she moved through time like it wasn’t linear. who wants to be defined by their past anyway? why not be reborn again with each new person you meet. that’s what she did, her life was a series of baptisms suspended between new faces.

to make alive again all the people that were once so passed away between the synapses, an angel on fire.