Angel Smith

This is a story about defeat. The kind of failure that sits on your chests convincing you there was never any hope in this thing called life. Because as soon as you breathe in, your chest rises, and you think maybe today will be the day that something, anything goes right...you stop and exhale trembling with the fragility of impermanence. Olivia knows this. She is familiar with the exhaustion of trying to move through life expecting anything but cumulus chaos. The group of young girls in their 20s walking down the street taking in NY for the first time, the train anticipating their arrival, and the city of people falling through the cracks between, none of them quite know how slowly time moves in this tiny room. Though Olivia is utterly alone, there is still so much noise.