A Mustang parked outside a condemned brick home. Its front left tire is poised on the edge of a scum puddle.
His conversation - mostly heavy sighs and talk of how everything is ending.
They stand on the edge of an empty fountain and embrace.
She stages her skilled, frenetic dance in the narrow aisle between two bookshelves.
Their need for a scapegoat outweighs anything good she does.
People's image of themselves can act as their greatest obstacle. They didn't work alone in constructing that self-image. If they ever want to tear parts of it down, they'll need help, perseverance, and tolerance for pain.
Scooping gobs of warm, wet clothes from the washing machine.