i sit here, and can feel my face age as i type. the back of my brain sloping up and over my forehead snuffing out my eyebrows. with my iris’ in tow, my temples have strung themselves out on opposite sides of the room giving my geisha heritage more facial real estate. no amount of  la mer is going to remedy this hot mess. best to bid all a good day. and start fresh anon. a bientot mes amis.
