her name was absentina and she lived in the united states of solipsism with her pet shadow, aura.
her best friend, mirror mirror, lived in an identical house across the street and practiced a form of voodoo called lovehate. absentina would spend her days corresponding with mirror mirror about such important topics as the real color of the wind and sexistentialism. when she wasn't exchanging psychic IM's with mirror mirror, she sat watching tv on the radio while staring at the sun. her life, like many other lives was a mostly futile endeavor built from scattered dreams and stolen moments held together by adhesive lust. she often travelled to and from her many empty engagements in a vehicle constructed entirely of tongue depressors, fake black roses and blind ambition. in the back seat of her vehicle she kept an umbrella of delusion...just in case it rained...which, of course, it always did.
