It's a mad world

You live in a beautiful world of perfect people and fancy parties. I'm just a girl with a broken foot writing a paper on theories of voice in literature. What is a voice anyway? How does "voice" --a physical oral and aural apparatus-- exist on the page? My book tells me that it is a construct: a physiological and metaphorical, bodily and disembodied, real and imaginary, oral and textual, uncanny, mediated, cultural affect. And so it goes... the truth from which I hide.

I'm just a regular person. Boring, quotidian, I don't even own a dryer. I eagerly await the sun to wash my clothes. A man follows you with an umbrella in the rain.