nelipot

In a quaint, kooky house, on a strange dirt track, at the edge of a small City, lives Nelipot. And in the morning she drinks her tea and wrestles with her tights, tames her curly blonde mane and heads off to work at something which should be more exciting than it is. At lunchtime Nelipot will eat a banana and dream of all the other people she could be, if only she had the courage. After work, she might go to the gym, which will make her feel a lot better and stronger. But most days Nelipot takes the easier option, retreats back home and feels bad about herself. And of an evening Nelipot might paint, or sew, or cook, or build, or take photos, or read, or write, or play her guitar and piano. But most evenings she doesn't. Most evenings she cooks and cleans, watches dvds, trawls the internet and goes to bed later than she planned, where she dreams of all the things she could do, if only she realised she had the time.