On the train, out of the corner of my eye, I saw my seatmate cross herself. Forehead, heart, left shoulder, right shoulder, lips (tiny kiss sound). I thought it was the music she was listening to on her shiny black iPod, maybe religious music, so I stole another glance. But it was Silk. I craned… Continue reading found photo, commuter train in japan
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look inside this book!
you’d think we were sorcerers or astrophysicists, the way we dole out stars to products and services from our unlimited supply of judgement.