i wanted nothing more than to look just like clint eastwood from the good, the bad and the ugly. i think i pretty much liked everything about him but of particular interest to me were his pancho and the lines around his eyes. so i spent months walking around squinting and trying to stare down my schoolmates. i was about 8. coincidentally it was around this time i stopped having friends. true story.
“i do not know what it is about you that closes and opens; only something in me understands the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses. nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands.”—ee cummings