Victoria Williams: 0302

On Trying to Buy a New Dress:
I am dissatisfied, but content with that dissatisfaction. I have slipped into a delicious melancholic restlessness. Nothing pleases me. I am engaged in a search for something that cannot be found. I am confident something else will be revealed in time. In the morning, I’m an eternal optimist, blinded by the sun-filled windows; in the evening, a jaded pessimist, even though the sky is full of stars, but stars are dying, like everything else. I live a complete new life each day; each one turns out to be the same as the last.