I’m a master at conjuring disappointment.
First, a memory. Really, a memory of a memory.
I use women, over and over, to revisit that original memory. The ur memory.
I do it constantly. Daily, even.
Just today, I revisited that memory with Cee, with Serena, with Charlotte. With Layla, with N., who I met last week and haven’t written about. Or her cousin, D. With Milica. And half a dozen others.
And that was, literally, just today!