Seen waiting for the Purple Line to Linden at about 8:30 a.m.
Natalia wore the
square glasses to look smarter, but she bleached her hair beachy blonde to
appeal to men. She wore the breezy polka-dot dress to be playful, but she
covered it with a plain black cardigan to seem responsible. She slouched to
convey a fashionable apathy, but she tensed the muscles in her legs and feet,
ready to jump on the train. Identity was never Natalia’s strength.
A short one today. Tonight: deep dish pizza with my French couchsurfer. I'm excited, but I seriously need to find some time to work out.