I am going to die in the middle of the Indian Ocean and no one is going to know it is me because I do not have my name tattooed on my arm, or anywhere on my body. I think that this is a very bad thing to have done. I am in a nature documentary and it is so beautiful that if I wasn’t already immersed in salt water, I think I would cry. The revelation of her deceitful nature made me terrified to let go of the edge of the pool. That is why the distance of the boat makes me panic.
One of the beds — there are two — is turned down, and there are deep pink orchids scattered over it in an orderly fashion. By Jean Hannah Edelstein I am waiting for someone to speak to me.