…. I often get the feeling my life is an ad campaign for something, I just haven’t figured out what I’m selling yet.
Sometimes I think it’s headbands, or sex. Sometimes I think it’s love, or vegetarianism, or vanity, or bravery, or bohemianism. Sometimes I think it’s a new religion and sometimes I think it’s things my grandmother taught me.
Today I find myself wanting a pulpit and a new fall line and a cooking show and an empire. Because even if I’m wrong about everything, it’s such a happy kind of wrong, and it seems so many do so much worse.