Rapture and the moment: it was S. Valentine's day, in year 1900 - they ran like nymphs, they danced and disappeared into that soft deadly dionisiac embrace, some of them were maybe turned into swans, or into petals, they walked barefoot, dreaming, getting lost forever. (Here are some fragments I captured from the screen while the movie "Pic-nic at Hanging Rock" by Peter Weir was playing).
She likes the colour red, but she painted her walls in purple. She just got a brand new bed. The light was very warm. She is obsessed with Dexter. She designs objects, but doesn't care much for those she owns.