Questo è il secondo
Falling Girl won’t go higher than the second floor of any building. She’s never set foot on a balcony and the floor is the only place she’ll sit. A small sample of things she’s fallen from includes trees, cars, grace, first-storey windows, horses, ladders, bicycles, the wagon, countless kitchen counters and her grandmother’s knee.
Smoking beside the Ear one winter night, she wiggled deeper under the sheets and admitted the only thing she’s never fallen from, or into, was love. ‘If that’s how you do it, I would have done it’, she said. Then she leaned over to butt out the cigarette and fell out of the bed.
ci mancano il seggiolone, il letto a castello, la poltrona del cinema e diverse nuvole. Soprattutto le nuvole.
Per il resto, più o meno ci siamo.