11-04-2023, 07:39 PM
New Haven, Connecticut - PRESENT DAY
She sat under a large elm tree, looking like all the other people in the park - but inside -
everything was going wrong. Her existence had run aground. Nothing with a pulse, just one
day painfully, meaninglessly bleeding into the next.
Offensively empty. A life less lived.
Claire was at a crossroads. At twenty-six, she felt there was nothing left for her. Something had
to change, sooner rather than later. Not a hairstyle, outfit or fucking hobby - she burned for
meaning and purpose. Something special that would spark substance into her miserable being.
She often thought, in her darkest humor, that she’d either have to kill someone - or herself -
in order to fulfill that desperate void. It was no longer an idea she took lightly. Claire chose the
former. Now was the time to put her plan into action.
It’s all just a roll of the dice anyway.
Just a little teaser post for my next storied-painting.
She sat under a large elm tree, looking like all the other people in the park - but inside -
everything was going wrong. Her existence had run aground. Nothing with a pulse, just one
day painfully, meaninglessly bleeding into the next.
Offensively empty. A life less lived.
Claire was at a crossroads. At twenty-six, she felt there was nothing left for her. Something had
to change, sooner rather than later. Not a hairstyle, outfit or fucking hobby - she burned for
meaning and purpose. Something special that would spark substance into her miserable being.
She often thought, in her darkest humor, that she’d either have to kill someone - or herself -
in order to fulfill that desperate void. It was no longer an idea she took lightly. Claire chose the
former. Now was the time to put her plan into action.
It’s all just a roll of the dice anyway.
Just a little teaser post for my next storied-painting.
