This image uses one of my favorite lines from my current writing project obsession, one that has no title, but uses my favorite things in the world as talking points: the future, cities, trains, and star-crossed lovers. The text in her ‘wings’ reads:
He was pumped full of her. Electrified, his gestures were accusations against the tawdry, his every movement on the brink of a precipice, his every molecule charged with a reckless authenticity. –She was very young, young enough to believe that such a drunkenness led to liberation.
