Sophie's Revenge
I'm in the body of my friend S. (a woman), standing in a lobby of a big old wood hotel (the kind Lily Bart from House of Mirth would stay in). I'm looking across the room at another young woman, who looks just like Liv Tyler and who is radiant. We're dressed in similar school girl outfits: tweed skirts, knee socks, white blouses, cardigans. We both have black hair and bangs. The proprietess, who looks just like a former professor of mine, Rachel Brownstein, watches us from behind the desk. It seems to be about 1930, but it also seems to be some time in the distant future.
