Great Stakes in The Great Lakes
Imagine if you will, Anything else.
Any other place, Any other time, in any other space. This is where Chloe Sharpe of Michigan wants to be. But she is not.
Chloe sits in a car, the car sits in traffic, her and the exhaust sharing much in common. She recites a testimonial inside her head, the one which had promised to escape her from places like this. She begins to resent this inanimate intangible wall that holds her up and keeps her away, like a giant mesh nude stocking. Her eyes become absent, her eyelashes leak a milky dark liquid, her lipstick artfully dishevelled.
Imagine if you will, Anything else.
Any other place, Any other time, in any other space. This is where Chloe Sharpe of Michigan wants to be. But she is not.
Chloe sits in a car, the car sits in traffic, her and the exhaust sharing much in common. She recites a testimonial inside her head, the one which had promised to escape her from places like this. She begins to resent this inanimate intangible wall that holds her up and keeps her away, like a giant mesh nude stocking. Her eyes become absent, her eyelashes leak a milky dark liquid, her lipstick artfully dishevelled.