Gothic Street Style, Foreign Pavement

Between convention days I walk. Not sightseeing — performing. Gothic street style in a city that has never heard of Resident Evie but will remember her anyway.

Travel money is inheritance money, and I spend it without guilt. Flights, hotels, tickets, costumes shipped ahead in cases that cost more than some people's rent. I am not collecting stamps. I am collecting moments where strangers photograph me without asking and I pretend not to notice.

Fan event energy follows me off the convention floor. That is the point. The show never really stops.