Everything is natural, nothing is unnatural.
After years of juggling between shitty jobs and a promising career as an indie musician Olivia contemplates going back to Guadeloupe.
She believes getting in touch with her maternal roots is much needed for her path to healing. She’s been having lots of intense dreams. Also, let’s be real, she needs rest. She’s gobbling up her fourth café au lait in front of her computer.
32 tabs open. Juggling.
She can’t decide if she wants to :
1) watch Candyman for the fifth time and take the risk to turn an intense dream into straight up nightmares,
2) binge-watch the No Limit Chronicles on BET
She can’t decide
Paris is psychotic... some drug dealers are getting into it in front of her porch.
They might need a break too, they’re working hard.
Especially the black dude with short relaxed hair and a side-part.
Everybody’s feeling this unrivalled fatigue in their bones.
She has always thought it will come way later in life.
Her roomate storms in the apartment :
Girl ! You left the key on the door ! If you want to get robbed just say that ?!