A Year Ago

       March 13, 2020                                                                                    March 13, 2021

March 13, 2020

Right before I got the news of Covid I distantly remember 5th period P.E. My friend Grace and I were laying on the track field under the lone redwood providing shade from the sweltering heat. A light breeze cooling us as the track field turned into a crockpot of fake grass, rubber, and tar. The smell of roses and cherry blossoms from the distant neighborhood mixed with the burning rubber of the track permeated the field into a floral sludge. As our classmates either walk or stumble along we drink mint yerba mates while the dreamy and fairy-like Isolation by Kali Uchis plays staring into shimmering horizon while we talk shit about anyone. 

 

 

March 13, 2021

As we mark one long, sad, and boring year being in quarantine I celebrate staying alive while also being cute. Not only did I cut most of my hair, but  I also cut off annoying, gross, petty bitches. As months went by I was just waiting for either a Mad Max ESC apocalypse where I get to ride a truck with Charlize Theron in the desert or the usual mundane life. In the picture above I have a parrot on my head, my hair dyed orange, wearing a pearl necklace, I have drank two monsters, and I have chipped nails while Fiona Apple's Criminal playing in the back and it's only 7:00 am on a Tuesday. Over quarantine I have learned nothing in life is coming for me and instead of cautiously waiting for nothing I would rather just do it for the fun of it even if I'll hate it.