4 am realness from Paris
Not a video this time! damn this turned into like a full-blown travelogue
Mostly because after attempting to record a video, I was inexplicably unable to upload it. The gods are prob sparing me embarrassment, a kindness they seldom grant me
I turned in what I pray were a passable stack of pages to my editor right before I left for my trip. Yes, I’m writing this from Paris. I am corny as fuck for that. But I don’t care. I had relentless little girl dreams of this city, ever since I Got Into the Existentialists in early high school. Today, as a grown up, I also have things to do in