My office is a fortress of steel fences and bulletproof windows, and my home has become a hiding place from which I emerge and hope that I will not be the next assassin's target.
These are questions that require a systematic perspective outside the passive now in which 'I' emerge, over-full with what is not-me.
I am: a person who loves clothes (every payday I get the same old itch, sending me down an ASOS hole from which I emerge, hours later, struggling for breath, with nothing to show but a sense of shame so strong I fear it can be smelt on me, seven tops and a pair of cords which I know will be too long when I add them to my curséd basket, delivered to my work the next day via Premier Delivery).
Twenty-five of those dollars were mine, as I took my older daughter, Juliette, to see it yesterday; she was seeing it for the first time (and loved it), whereas I had attended a press screening several weeks ago, from which I had emerged exhilarated and impatient for another viewing.
That question alone threw me into an existential crisis, from which I only emerged with the thought that he's still pretty annoying in straight roles, and therefore game.
Her little grey head, which I watched emerging from my body via a small mirror, was attempting to come out temple-first, so she, too, was stuck for a time.
To hear her tell it, though, it's a kitchen from which it's a miracle I emerged intact, given the gastronomic abuses of my youth.
And I at least fell into a teary trance from which I didn't emerge until well after that performance was over.
Certainly, I don't miss visiting that shop on the Upper West Side for busty women, from which I used to emerge considerably poorer, with plainly colored bra cups deep as cereal bowls.
