How does a restless and insecure day create such a tranquil looking picture? She looks nothing like how I feel. Only my funny, sort of crooked people are the sign of a funny, crooked mind. Just feel less funny and more crooked today. I feel a lack of destiny, not entirely sure I have one. I feel ineffective in the universe and have no sense of place. Maybe she is just what I wish I was, pretty in a hat and surrounded by some mystery and art nouveau.