Vixen - Jia Lissa - Travelling Alone May 2026

“It’s the way you hold your book,” Vixen replied, nodding at the untouched paperback in Jia’s lap. “Upside down for the last three stops. You’re not reading. You’re hiding.”

When the brakes sighed and the doors opened onto the unfamiliar platform, they stepped off together. Two women travelling alone. Carrying different ghosts. Headed, for one night, in the same direction. Vixen - Jia Lissa - Travelling Alone

Vixen smiled. It was a small, dangerous curve of the mouth. “The world doesn’t go backwards. Only we do. Trying to outrun a version of yourself you left in a different time zone?” “It’s the way you hold your book,” Vixen

She’d told herself this trip was about “finding material.” A dancer’s sabbatical. But the truth was simpler and sharper: she needed to be a stranger. In Prague, in Budapest, in the tiny, unpronounceable town whose name she’d booked on a whim, no one knew her stage name. No one expected the arch of her back or the practiced softness of her gaze. Here, she was just a girl with a heavy suitcase and a passport full of empty pages. You’re hiding