There was a red T painted on a bench by the road and my dad quickly ran in front of it to dance for three seconds. I took out my phone and pointed it at the red T and was able to retroactively film what had just happened. Within the app I also had the option of filming past events in front of various other “T stops” around the city.

I heard the door open behind me while I was using the restroom. A few seconds had gone by and I could still feel the presence of someone standing in the doorway. “What are you doing?” I turned my head to ask. They said they were trying to figure out how the lock worked.

I walked inside to find the floor covered in sand. Mixed among the sand were small flecks of gold. I wondered if it would be worth my time to pan out the gold.

After the match was over and people in the seats started to get up, a friend suggested that we go get lunch somewhere that would avoid the crowd. “Lunch?” I asked. It was already evening. “I mean, to make up for not having lunch”, he clarified. Which made sense as I remembered that we skipped lunch in favor of watching the games.

I was attending a cousin’s wedding when I felt something in the back of my mouth. I reached into my mouth with my fingers and pulled out two molars from the upper left.

I walked into my first English class of the semester in search of an empty seat. I went around asking if certain seats were free until I found an open desk. As I sat down someone else also asked if the seat next to me, which was clearly occupied by another person’s belongings, was free. I heard someone say no, but he sat down anyways. I opened up my notebook to see sketches in blue ink of anime girls. I quickly flipped through the pages in embarrassment.

I went back to my old high school campus to see that the building had been demolished. They were now building a new train station in its place.

There was a bulletin board in the hallway dedicated to leaving anonymous reviews of people you know. My board just so happened to be be right by the door and was already filled up. I quickly scanned from the bottom up to see notes claiming that I was intimidating or to “stay away”. Another review claimed that I was an exception to not judging someone by their looks. Others said that I was a “great writer, but shit entertainer”. And finally the review at the very top said to not take anything I say seriously, along with an flier for an upcoming theater production. Other gaps in the board were also filled with various advertisements and posters for preventing scams.

My aunt was talking about buying a Wii for a relative in Taiwan. My brother said how it might be better to buy a console in Taiwan instead in case of region locked games.

For some reason she sat at the teacher’s desk at the front of the room in every class we shared. I could feel her eyes judging me until I started to uncontrollably stumble whenever I was walking between the desks. I decided to excuse myself from class just this once.