Hat - F21
Dress - Ruche
Shoes - I forget
Belt - Came with a dress
... at least I was happy.
Sometimes I think that's all I can hope for.
Other days, I strive and fight to carve out my own little piece in the collective consciousness.
What is this need in us to push forward and etch our mark on the soft, drying concrete of the world in order to be remembered by the generations that come after?
Is it a knowledge of our own mortality?
Or is it a fear of our own unimportance?