francesca’s room

Francesca wants to be an actress or something. Once I remember that, to fetch her boyfriend at the station, she was wearing a wig and she spoke a fake Russian, and he did not recognize her immediately. Francesca’s room is a place where time has stopped. She is not a girl, not jet a woman. I like her name, Francesca. I like how it sounds. Reminds me of all the beautiful things that I know. Reminds me of summer, teen songs and all mothers and fathers that exist in the world.