I opened a window—not a real actual window, rather an otherness or alterity—a sill for my filth.
oh boy
It’s disgusting, how I’ve been managed: the surveillance hut and passport, then this moment’s notice trip—and now to be lubbered up against an intertidal watercooler for office chitchat with Kori Dienerowitz.
That was the straw that broke this camel’s back, to get all local about it.
My necessities were books. I read a book at school, another to and from school, yet another at the beach, which was the closest escape from my father’s dying. Though when I walked alone it was far. Though I wasn’t allowed to walk alone when younger—so young that my concern wasn’t the danger to myse…
It was a spit of beach along a salina bayscape. A dimidiate moon, and stars falling darkly pacific.
so like half moon? lol
We got sommeliered by a guy with a cowbelling tastevin. Finn went white, I went red, both of new autochthonous vintage
(reference to earlier when he's asked if he prefers to eat within the zip code)
