1. In the beginning, there is only darkness. She is reluctant. In this world of her creation and control, there is safety; out there is everything else. She tries to picture it: grey, cold and hostile. Here is better.
It begins with a birthday. I wear new things, but black. The black tarnishes the newness I feel. I always imagined a beginning as being bright and effervescent, overflowing with all things colourful and fresh. The black is everything I work for and despise; it is my contradiction and my identity.
I wear red lipstick. I feel new again.