imaginary friend

clara, a twenty-year old young women, is listening to the yeah, yeah, yeahs and dancing around her bedroom, because it simply makes her happy. after much inner debate, clara decided to put off any formal higher education in the efforts to become self-schooled in this world we find ourselves living in. it is now eight o'clock in the morning in the small town of arcata, california. and after a long morning swim in the atlantic, clara quickly dresses in an old pair of blue jeans and two tank tops--one pink under one brown. grabbing the bag she made just a few weeks prior, she checks, then double checks, to make sure her current read food politics is somewhere between the mix of spf 30, loose change, and lost sand. throwing on flip-flops and turning off the music, she flies out the back door of the house, not too worried about waking up her house mates--four others in all. clara jumps on her bike and makes her way to wildberries market, where she plans to work the eight hour shift. then clara will be free to roam the town of arcata finding a new hiding place to read about the world, think about it, and then find friends to talk about it for even longer.