- Vol. 04
- Chapter 11
Image by Alberto GardunĚo
Sandals
It's April, so you can get away with it.
Then, workout red: the fashion, and everywhere, the shade of your sombrero, although there is the temptation to spark off your mood: a mood of brooding, of withdrawal, of lone warrior. Who broke your heart and left you in the desert? We don't know, and being too afraid to ask, can only guess. Are your bare cheekbones defiant, refusing to hide a shame, or do you just want the world to know how much you hurt?