General / Immigrant Life / Writing

2007 Vintage: Sip 11

Inevitably, we come to the end. I like to think my back-then self ended up in a slightly better place than when she started this series of entries four days earlier. Against her dramaturg’s advice, she’s decided to take her play in a direction that may or may not screw it up completely, and she’s decided to starve herself for 10 days as a sort of ritual to cleanse herself of whatever remains of her recent heartbreak. So yeah, I’d say there’s hope for her yet!

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