The Girl With The Empty Suitcase -Krysta Macdonald

“What is it about suitcases, lying there empty? Before a trip, they are full of uneasy anticipation. After, they are almost regretful, longing to go back to those unfamiliar hotel rooms, those airport carousels. “Nothing symbolizes discontent like an empty suitcase. Or perhaps a roll of undeveloped film.” The suitcase sat at the top of... Continue Reading →