Chiomara

Tfw you step into an ant pile (interrupting your reverie) because, rather than walk on the sidewalk around the pond like all the other walkers, you had to instead climb over the fence and walk dramatically through the field toward the setting sun with your eyes closed and no shoes on (because 'Llorando' from Mulholland Drive on your playlist began playing which sent your already wistful, melancholic state into overdrive) and as a result you now have both blisters and ant bites all over your feet.