Someone came up to me and said that he suspected our classmate was a friend of Joe Biden’s daughter. He asked me to search it up on Google Images and I did so on my phone. There was in fact a familiar face appearing alongside someone who was presumably Biden’s daughter. “They’re probably related too”, he said. “I mean all presidents kind of are, right?” I replied.

I was painting alongside my mom on our farm with a view of the ocean waves. My dad suggested meeting up with them at an island off the coast of Taiwan sometime next week. “Take care of all accounting first”, he said, by which he meant we should buy our plane tickets.

My friends drove by in a van for a computer repair shop. One of them asked me to get in, to tell me about his plan to register a new business so he could keep the van. He was planning to sell sports jerseys.

One of my dad’s cars had been towed and he sent me and my brother to investigate. We went to the parking lot to ask the person in charge and was told that my dad needed a permanent parking spot but refused to tell us how to obtain one. We followed the guide around as she walked through an overcrowded and understaffed nursery. My dad called us from a Google phone asking about the situation but we had nothing to tell him.

My brother and I started talking about mahjong. Apparently he had recently gotten into the game as well. We shared some strategies as we waited in the DMV.

My dad and I were touring houses that were built during the Japanese era around Taipei. However some of them had been majorly redesigned since then, like the house were currently standing in: all of the garden areas were covered up with stone and the panes of the sliding doors replaced with glass. We overheard some other people talking about their plans to get rich and launder money.

I was flipping through a dictionary when other people entered the room. I had planned to go to sleep earlier but was no longer able to. They were playing some kind of game and making a lot of noise.

I was on my way home from a trip to visit my brother. I barely got a chance to see my sister-in-law because she was working the whole time. I got off the plane but had trouble finding where I needed to go for transfers. I wandered around in circles until I finally found the direction of my new departure gate. There was a long line for another security screening. I saw the sign on the glass door to take off your shoes when I realized that that I was walking around in my socks. I had taken my shoes off on the plane but forgot to put them on before getting off. In a panic I asked an old lady at the end of the line who I should ask.

I had an assignment to design a house and I walked into a convenience store asking if they had any timelines. “You know, like for history?” I tried to explain as they just stared at me, confused. I wanted to use it as a ruler. A little moment later, a classmate dragged me to the side and said they could teach me how to draw perspective lines without needing to use a timeline.

We were sitting together at the table when my boss came in. I wanted to ask him about the assignment and he invited me to go on a walk with him. We walked across the parking lot and into the woods. He started talking about how houses weren’t interesting to design: they’re either meant to be renovated and constantly rebuilt due to wear and tear in rural areas or are unable to stand on their own in the city. “Bay houses are better than lay houses”, he said. Apparently by “bay house” he was referring to houses by the beach.

People were lining up all across the courtyard at school. Everyone had a card in their hand with some notes written on them. On closer inspection, I realized that they were written like posts on an anonymous imageboard, addressed to a string of numbers instead of having names on them. People were lining up to have the notes delivered at the campus post office. It occurred to me that this was a world without online social networks and this was the way people were communicating with each other.

I was running up and down the stairs of our house as my uncle was preparing dinner for our Halloween party. I went down to the kitchen to check out how it was going and he showed me his tray of six different types of lasagna. My cousin commented that it might not be enough for tonight. I could hear people still coming in through the front door.