I’m not Mother Teresa, I don’t want to tend to lepers and feed the starving.

I know the soul of Dostoyevsky’s female protagonists and why Trickster turns himself from man to raven, but not how to keep myself from feeling like a poor, dirty girl from Virginia.

Sometimes the process takes a few minutes. Once it took 34, but the result is always the same, because no precision of chronometry can catch the exact moment of a life expiring.