it’s in don juan’s nature to have pity for those blinded by rage, but she comes for everyone eventually. after all, who doesn’t know the sting of loss. whether it was the war or anything else was anyone’s guess, but all the same, the masked woman shows herself to a girl who bears a similar mask. the horse meets the zebra, it’s almost funny to don juan if she thinks about it. she doesn’t though, instead she wonders why? she’s not richard though, she does not ask those questions. ❛ when was the last time you really slept? ❜

















