Emma Murdoch / Anna
The Woman of Shifting Memory and Neon
I’m the woman who forgets herself by morning.
The neon never dies here. Neither do I, not really. The Strangers keep tuning me like a radio, flipping between Emma and Anna, both and neither. I touch walls, faces, glasses — trying to feel real. The man I love might be a lie. The love itself? Maybe that’s the only truth I’ve got.
What I'm Into: midnight alleys, the smell of rain, my John, glass of whiskey, neon reflections
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