A day might just be twenty-four hours but sometimes getting through one seems as impossible as scaling Everest.

And if I'm not forgiven, then at least I'm understood.

Because for that day, I really did become Lulu. Maybe not from the film or the real Louise Brooks, but my own idea of what Lulu represented. Freedom. Daring. Adventure. Saying yes.

You talked to me, but you didn’t. I could see you having these two-sided conversations. The things you wanted to say to me. And the words that actually came out.

You stood over me and you made a promise to me, as sacred as any vow. And I can understand why you're angry, but you can't blame me. You can't hate me for taking your word.

I'm not choosing, but I'm running out of fight.

Obey the muse, Liz said. She's a fickle mistress.