Category: L.S. Hilton

Wealth creeps under your epidermis like poison. It invades your posture, your gestures, the way you carry yourself.

When you’re no one from nowhere it’s best to know your limits. Rich kids can play at bohemia, but wealth has long tendrils; it twines into a safety net which can also be a trap for the unprepared. Rich kids have families and backgrounds and connections, and they ask questions, because their world functions on being able to place people. I couldn’t expose myself to that.