I am terribly lonely here. In my loneliness I’ve become ornate with the rituals of makeup. I invent more steps because there is more time. (Although some days I don’t even wash my face.) I go for counseling sessions at Sephora. I consume. I am consumed. I buy make-up I don’t need, don’t use. I ask advice about concealer from the girl with the ring on her glossy pink lip. I feel now that we are almost friends, that she recognizes me. I buy a NARS blush called Madly.
