Things I Don’t Understand And Definitely Am Not Going To Talk About
- Something about festival dailies.
- Something about frozen dumplings.
- Something about that stranger, leaning against the doors for the entire ride, writing alternating lines in blue pen and in black pen in a tiny notebook, and never messing up, and balancing.
- Something about Botox and sweating.
- Something about where they keep the carts at night and when it is cold.
- Something about this being the block where I lost you.
- Something about the bakery staying open for one more holiday’s haul.
