My Savannah

On ancient machinery, random thoughts, and Walco’s memory. Just like that.

I.

Last night, out of the blue, for no reason I could pinpoint, I wondered if I’m Charlotte.

Not Charlotte Brontë. Charlotte York, the character from Sex and the City, the Upper East Side perfectionist who believes in fairy tales. I was sitting in my living room, having just finished work emails, and my mind served up: Am I like Charlotte?

Shock and horror…