“I can so fit in this basket.”
“My baby buys me things, you know, she buys me diamond rings…”
CHECK FUEL CAP
“A Japanese term (pronounced mo-nah noh ah-WAH-ray) meaning an awareness of the impermanence of all things and a wistful, gentle sadness at their passing.”
I want to run, but my feet are rooted in their spot.
Think for another second about what it was like to catch a taxi five years ago.
People are her third favorite species, she says. First cats. Then dogs. Or, no, wait–fourth favorite species. The Central Park horses are number three.
It was either dirty or clean, and I welcomed those binaries, the way they shored up a day.
Son of a bitch, he muttered.
Things impossible to photograph while on vacation in the Caribbean.