A Short Reprise
Opaque Lavender Mauve
I’m house sitting for Sam. What was meant to be a two day favor has now turned into twelve days of complete confinement. His apartment is the definition of masculine defeat; not one drop of color in this whole place. Just a beige bland wasteland. Went home today to grab more of my things since he is still “not sure how much longer he will be gone”. I was so starved for color that the lavender label on my laundry detergent was as mesmerizing as the Met.