i remember a friend who will not eat anything on her plate if the food groups are touching each other. the carrots can’t touch the chicken. there has to be a space between the rice and the beans. it drives me crazy. it all combines during digestion anyway. but every time i roll my eyes, […]

by william choukeir it’s saturday evening. the air is nice. three of us are walking towards the entrance of a mall. i catch myself wondering. why is virtually everyone shorter than me? and i’m technically short. my eyes start curiously looking for patterns. which only lasts for 1/10th of a second. we’re surrounded by teenagers. […]